This is a song about "Swim meets"

I don’t do nothing but ball

Where the ball meets the wall

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

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

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

I tell them to imagine mos def meets woody allen

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

And the reason that i'm going

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