This is a song about "Nigga swell"

I freestyle well my written work's swell and i rap like i'm from hell

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Can't bear the sight of kings on my chest, it's not too swell

A place for you to go, it's swell

Burberry, quite a hell

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

The first five minutes is swell.

You think that he frontin nigga?

To liberate yourselves, africa

It's swell, the way it takes me, destroys hell,

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

My money stack fat plus i can't turn the swell off

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

And i aint plan this nigga i aint plan shit nigga

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh