This is a song about "Swing my way"

And put the pieces back together my way

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

Commanding things to be my way

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

Gon be shoved the hell outta my way

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

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

Now you got me hopped up on that

No swing and a miss shit,

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

And put the pieces back together my way

It's my way, my road i won't share

U got all them drums in there

Pawning my chain in the shop

Working my way to the top