This is a song about "Swings"

Shitto me that shit sound delicious

But one minute later she swings and she switches

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

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

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

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

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Impolite n rash with low swings

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

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

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

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Forget all the temper swings

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Amnesia kickin in cant remember my sins, evil mood swings