This is a song about "Hip swing"

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Let's hold hands as we sittin on the swing sets,

I'm the king rapper, take a swing at ya,

Is written in our souls, africa

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

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

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Put you on a swing n all kinds of freaky things

Like the words on my hip

So i banged for a minute