This is a song about "Swangin n bangin"

More mistakes could be made ‘n

Flyer than the rest of them

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Bangin' on the system like that good shit in yo playlist,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

She smiled n' laughed but inside she sighed n' grasped,

On trial for possession of some chronic

N she cud be a bitch n suck a dick

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Will i win or will lose, depression gang-bangin till i bruise

Of dust n feud ur #smoked n #played like #cigs n #blues bitch ya doomed

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused