This is a song about "Swings"

As i sit and think im thinking fuck the president kill him with no evidence

With dorhinge (door-hinge), which swings 'n' flings, correlating to the physics of wings,

Impolite n rash with low swings

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Amnesia kickin in cant remember my sins, evil mood swings

My mood swings - "it rings or wings" or "silently settle in morose"

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Mama, fuck you, little bitch, mood swings, now i'm grounded?

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Mouse slowly carouse to rat, as swings the bat, robbing house after house

Forget all the temper swings

My team getting digits

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

But one minute later she swings and she switches