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

Mustache and a big nose,

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Does she know you are a big ass snitch and a cheat

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

I miss their faces, and i can't take it, but a nigga gotta fake it.

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

I miss ya like a bitch with big tits and her brassiere, b

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

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

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

Stay powered by herb and a big fuckin pile

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

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