This is a song about "Swerve"

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Blow purp, swerve like you curved at the curb,

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

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

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Swerve never stay alive, foot ain't on gas right now

Ha bitch swerve cuz i just lied

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

That's why she ignore my flowers

No need to stop and swerve

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

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

The swerve gets worse the more i sip

In the midst of a fire pit

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

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