This is a song about "Afro swing"

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

I think it's up to us to tell who took a swing and then missed.

I'm activated by the moves your making

On this disorder pull the cord or swing

I'm king, do my thing, you will keep trying to swing,

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

Now with permission you should swing swift at freak myths

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

I swing at you with a golden bat

May just gon' bring hobo back

Get off the stage sometimes you just swing

This ain't easy, im thinking

Shoutin and poutin, becomin rotten, your swing plane's forgotten

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through