This is a song about "How to swim i m old"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I could send my10 year old michael to your place to teach you how to rap.

I wonder why, i sit and cry

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane

I"m the designated driver

Baby, you know who you are

Prison cold gotta get in where i fit in before i am to old

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

That she was too fat to swim laps she need a slim fast

I want you to see that you're the sea i swim in

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion