Lyrics:

[Verse One: Jise One] You can't handle what I'm about I'm smoked out in Amsterdam With two fans, I'm all about my fam Who's the boss? I used to love Sam My slang is mostly homemade Shoelace to hold my sweat pants They sag to have my balls right Rock chants carry ya weak stand Eat cans of ravioli Ghetto tours flyin on pan am I'm too busy being a man to sucking on any soundscan (Ayo, I bought a land!) Not me, I'm walking these rough lands that you reciting in your jams I observed with sharper image scans Slamdance give it a chance type talk Hailstorm across the face Human thesaurus, rhyme DNA, too many strands! I dare you to try to cram this whole verse walkin on hot sand Covered in coal with no hands Swallow your soul and shitted burnt spam (damn!) It's pretty easy to understand But you don't know this man Lt. doing his thang! (thang!) Manhandle the track to bang! (bang!) Nigga we got swang! Swank mag' beneath my sink I hold rank doing this thang! (thang!) [Hook: Arsonists] What you be about? - sunshine I try to prosper What you be about? - females and lookin proper What you be about? - spit rhymes that gotta rock yo We be about - math We be about - sex We be about - love We be about - life What you be about? - my fam we tryin to live well What you be about? - I'm just Swel, just tryin to be Swel What you be about? - pourin out for those who fell We be about - math We be about - sex We be about - love We be about - life [Verse Two: Swel Boogie] I'm about lights, cameras, action Status, mackin, Paris, relaxin Waxin oooh, the hood what's up, representin, who Brooklyn what Yeah that's