This is a song about "Swing on um"

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

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

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

As they lay in blood stained bedding throw a punch to make your head swing

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

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

So i happen to phil jacksons along the way with this talking

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Roll another up, wave um buy like a tidal

And if anyone claims they are i'm already taxin um

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem