This is a song about "Swinging"

We don't ever make love

Sword swinging for the fences

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

He won't sit down, given the crown

I'll be swinging going down

You better be ready when my sleeves are down are were swinging fists

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Singing and swinging been

Energized and still going

In a boxing ring, swinging at the cancer but hitting the punching bag.

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

I will fight swinging while your shit singing and showing off your bling and shit i

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Swinging back on his chair, not aware it's legs are about to despair,