This is a song about "Swinging"

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

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Just saying, it’s an eye full, insightful, biggie no swinging,

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

And even when i'm swinging you know i've got more class,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

And my hooks stay swinging

Hey your honor, is you kidding

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson