This is a song about "Swing it like mj"

Get off the stage sometimes you just swing

About the way i'm feeling

To get them niggas while they laid back

I swing at you with a golden bat

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

Hes the one that got mj hes really a thriller

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Scene set with me on the swing sets

No swing and a miss shit,

And i must admit

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

You throw, like it already knows what you're going to swing at it before

Mj when her toung out 5 ee

Oops, i'm so sorry