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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Zig zag and swishers, blazing it up in the neighborhood

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

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