This is a song about "Swim meets"

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Ukrainian giving dome top craniumass shot jeans like she painted themt-raw niggas try to favor him

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

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Learning fast the way is sink or swim

So if it comes down, may the best man win

I tell them to imagine mos def meets woody allen

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

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

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