This is a song about "Swangin on 288"

One time for the girls with the right shoes

You cant grab on whats on the news

Feel your chest on top on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Sweet, okay makes sense

Relying on myself

Your on fire.. your on fire

And i ain't frontin for her

Feel your chest on top on

New message from mom

Fuck brutus make sure you the truest

Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

I can do a whole song solely on that onion

Hop on him, like i'm buzzing on adrenaline/