This is a song about "Swing first"

You see i gotta go to war

I adore you like the swing from a door.

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

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Let's hold hands as we sittin on the swing sets,

Nigga, fuck the world

I’ll go easy at first

The dead society of a poet

No swing and a miss shit,

Now with permission you should swing swift at freak myths

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Lyrics i hurl and swing with no strings attached

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Only time i miss a nigga if i swing and he duck