This is a song about "Broken swing"

No swing and a miss shit,

Well, i can handle that

I am not the only one

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Why? coz the silence had to be broken

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

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Swing my sever of the roof on an extension cord

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

Put that on everything these other bitches anything

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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

It ain't where i been

Streaks are made to broken