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

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

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

Bet i'm heavy with that

No swing and a miss shit,

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

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

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

Stay powered by herb and a big fuckin pile

I swing at you with a golden bat

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Go and lick a dick, you're a big retarded ass