This is a song about "Swell"

It's that crack, give you something to sell

It's swell, the way it takes me, destroys hell,

Can't bear the sight of kings on my chest, it's not too swell

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Hearin your voice makes my heart swell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

The first five minutes is swell.

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

My money stack fat plus i can't turn the swell off

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

My money stack fat plus i can't turn the swell off

Can't bear the sight of kings on my chest, it's not too swell

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

I'm ready to feel the burn of swell and satans breath

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears