This is a song about "Outside swing"

They are not confident when im talking

I'm king, do my thing, you will keep trying to swing,

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Cause on the outside there's image everybody sees

I'm on deck i'm up next

Scene set with me on the swing sets

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Suspect niggas don't come outside

That's how we make it right

After that moscato hit

No swing and a miss shit,

In the face of the outside.

Not only had the fiend died