This is a song about "No sway"

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

The blueprint is starting to sway since it cant identify a metaphor.

I know i'm runnin' through your head now

No one no where no why no how

No, no, we are not those

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Never agree with that message

Pin drinking sway 2 touch

Hallow be thy name

No set trip, no color claim

No money no talk,no energy no walk

I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

No monopoly type flow, no chance

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Had no ambitions and no drive.