This is a song about "Big swing and a miss"

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'll grab a frickin' pencil, swing it, and stab it in your temple,

Mustache and a big nose,

Like a line full of hoes

Grab the nearest politician and swing at em with my picket ax

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

As they lay in blood stained bedding throw a punch to make your head swing

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

Bro enough farting, i'll teach ya how to swing rap and sing

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

I swing as a swinging ball and been stroked off being bowled