This is a song about "Swangin on 288"

There must be another route, way out

Flow on my wavelength catch what im about

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

With women with issues

You cant grab on whats on the news

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Aight, keep going, on and on

Listen to every word that i slur

Your on fire.. your on fire

Can't break up to make up,she wake up, im out

See the third eye through my eyes no doubt

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon