This is a song about "Sling"

Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one

Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

While living, at home with mommy and daddy, i sling dimes out the trunk of my black caddy,

Sling forever, too, too clever, every bar is measured,

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Sling you over the shoulder nigga: heart to heart

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I got mine while the rest of ya'lls was still looking

On my dick, feel the sting, this is where drugs sling,

And getting money is the song i sing

Bring bling & sling feelings like we're healing/

We're gonna sling shot to the top, i swear i'll never stop

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top