This is a song about "Swing my way"

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

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

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

Get up out out my way

It shows i know a bit

No swing and a miss shit,

They say they would shoot the pistol at anyone in my way, in my way

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

Think i need another play

Are you gonna go my way?

Get off the stage sometimes you just swing

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing