This is a song about "Swerve"

My journey absurd, my homie put in a word, saw me at the swerve,

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

Walk blind into a line or fight

Ha bitch swerve cuz i just lied

No need to stop and swerve

The richest place on earth

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Observe as i swerve towards her in corvettes

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

I can swerve through curbs 'n' earn my worth and leave your nerves severed

The swerve gets worse the more i sip

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

Swerve swerve, fill it up, miss miss, don't forget

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Blow purp, swerve like you curved at the curb,