This is a song about "Swishers"

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Zig zag and swishers, blazing it up in the neighborhood

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

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