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

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Only time i miss a nigga if i swing and he duck

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

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

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

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

Big tits and a big ass

Your life is a product of trash

And although you're a pain in my big toe, the butt

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

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

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

No swing and a miss shit,