This is a song about "Swim meats"

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Powerplays and dice rollin at swim meets

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Human meats good to eat

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Learning fast the way is sink or swim

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win