This is a song about "Sling"

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

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Sling you over the shoulder nigga: heart to heart

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

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

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

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

I was born to do the damn thing

Bring bling & sling feelings like we're healing/

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

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

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

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not