This is a song about "Swan gin n bangin"

On the streets all apeshit..bangin chest to chest

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

I'll slap the yapping crap out of you, packing macs, crack a gin,

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

I feel like an alcoholic, no more gin

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I'm gettin' bitches to strip

Sippin' on the gin and tonic

Out in the cotton gin

Through thick and thin