This is a song about "Swinging"

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

There won't be ending when i'm coming at you, i'm swinging

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Or swinging that sorcery

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Hung by your intestines, swinging from side to side,

Energized and still going

Singing and swinging been

I swing as a swinging ball and been stroked off being bowled

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Daddy got me swinging softly with a sword

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured