This is a song about "Swing"

Mines is family over everything

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Lyrics i hurl and swing with no strings attached

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

No swing and a miss shit,

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

Keep in mind if you cross me ima swing without a miss.

I'm not going to swing at your weak-ass pitches

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing