This is a song about "Swim meats"

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

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

Powerplays and dice rollin at swim meets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

I spit so much that my saliva is overflown like a tsunami, i hope you can swim

Seein' dreams in they sleep

Human meats good to eat

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Travel. fly. swim. meet. love. dance. win.

Visions, dreams of passion

Not a shark anymore, but i'll make you swim in this shit!

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that