This is a song about "Swing"

I'm a sick kid, i'll hit quick, swing with my big dick

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

Lyrics i hurl and swing with no strings attached

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

Alright you got your'e swing plane, and decent rhyme play

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

She was never so scared in her life but then he took a swing and she fell

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

I'm the king rapper, take a swing at ya,

Used to call me the african don dada

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

Get off the stage sometimes you just swing

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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