This is a song about "Swing"

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

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

I adore you like the swing from a door.

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

I think it's up to us to tell who took a swing and then missed.

If you think you can spit then i am the fuckin' dentist

Put you on a swing n all kinds of freaky things

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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