This is a song about "Swing music"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Cut me off every time im talking

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

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Grab the nearest politician and swing at em with my picket ax

On this disorder pull the cord or swing

Get off a key like i can’t sing

With g's in my pocket

No swing and a miss shit,

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Shoutin and poutin, becomin rotten, your swing plane's forgotten

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

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue