This is a song about "Swing first"

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

I swing as a swinging ball and been stroked off being bowled

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

I'm king, do my thing, you will keep trying to swing,

Bro enough farting, i'll teach ya how to swing rap and sing

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

As they lay in blood stained bedding throw a punch to make your head swing

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

It's such a lonely world

I’ll go easy at first

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

Alright you got your'e swing plane, and decent rhyme play

We left em a world that's cursed

Gonna be better the first