This is a song about "Swim meats"

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Good think i can swim or i'd be sinking to the ocean floor

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Lets go for a swim we'll call it a dip,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

You in the devils creek/ when you lose the paddle/ boy you betta learn to swim

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

I want you to see that you're the sea i swim in

Human meats good to eat

We can't catch the beat

Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him

Jumping off a bridge and i don't know how to swim

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Powerplays and dice rollin at swim meets

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets