This is a song about "Swishers"

Zig zag and swishers, blazing it up in the neighborhood

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

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

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see