This is a song about "Swim meets"

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Lets go for a swim we'll call it a dip,

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

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

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

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