This is a song about "Swinger"

I get out the bar i go far to all around this world never seen before

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

There's still room to progress,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Either sit back and get slapped around, or clap the pound

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

I did a clinch with devil in my heart to leave my every hinge that will save me from these darts

It would be my honor to stand up and ring the rebelz bell.

Malcolm ? platinum in africa when he sat in a cell

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

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting

Wants you around trynna to get

She don’t give her nigga head

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

Tryna break my shit? then you fuck around and get billed hoe