This is a song about "Outside swing"

I swing at you with a golden bat

Can't win with a passive attack

As we give up our debts

Scene set with me on the swing sets

Get off the stage sometimes you just swing

Niggas dying like its nothing

And you're approaching me right

In the face of the outside.

Way pretty on the outside

And what your whip like

Looking outside papal balconies

So i'm chasing the dreams, no realities

Unqualified, you should stay outside

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right