This is a song about "Swishers"

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

But i drown my blunts and my swishers in all of this syrup

Zig zag and swishers, blazing it up in the neighborhood

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Compton burn swishers and watchem get lower than the tits on my old lady

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree