This is a song about "My swamp"

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

My streaks my testament.

And bijies like im out and

Otherwise cease and swamp with ease

Not likely like stay long please

These my rhymes and my story

I’m tryna be low key

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure