This is a song about "Swim meets"

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Boy meets world and in this story the world is topanga just call me corry

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

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

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

The kid meets the death in no time........and u must know his age was less than nine

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

If you got up stage and fruit meets ya face,

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days