This is a song about "Just swerve"

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Ain't whining, just surviving, ain't hiding, just climbing,

Of yourself now everyone just

With such an ugly picture in it and

Or maybe that was just me i'm just so fucking lucky

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Observe as i swerve towards her in corvettes

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Just keep it straight and just not bent

Half your body laying on my chest

I still got haters

No need to stop and swerve