This is a song about "Swim meets"

They gon love me for my ambition

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

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

That she was too fat to swim laps she need a slim fast

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

I rather give you my last to see you live again

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

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

Learning fast the way is sink or swim

I’m smoother than alopecia skin