Move Bitch — 8s are one of the types that I find most often oversimplified, misunderstood, and caricatured as “big/dense/I’m here and I don’t give a fuck about what you think or how you feel.” This song certainly plays into this, but let’s unpack a few lines and ground it in a bit of nuance. The song is basically the statement, “Come at me with whatever you got. It doesn’t matter, I’ll win and keep living my life in my way, barreling through all obstacles.” There are hints of 3-ness here, bragging that “I fuck the crowd up, that’s what I do, Young and successful a sex symbol,” etc — but this song is much more centrally about people getting out of his way and not impeding his life than about bragging about how cool and successful and attractive he is. Even this, after a list of the ways that (some? One?) women “side linin’ my fuckin business,” etc… “No, I ain’t bitter, I don’t give a fuck, but I’mma tell you like this bitch, You better not walk in front of my tour bus.” — It’s fine, I can take it, just don’t try anything extreme because I will crush you. Russ Hudson gives the fixation of 8 as “Objectification” — the habitual viewing of everything as “just stuff.” That’s a table, that’s a tree, that’s a person (including myself). I like this definition but also prefer the word “Grandiosity” — the habitual self-aggrandizing and suppression of vulnerability that allows me to feel strong, invincible, and “allowed” to move through the world without apology. The refrain “Move bitch, Get Out the way” is a pretty clear, if cartoonish (even “objectified”) expression of this. The Lust of the 8 comes through here too. “I’m doin’ a hundred on the highway / So if you do the speed limit get the fuck outta my way.” — This sense in the 8 of “pushing” to make myself feel alive, of being addicted to intensity comes through here.