This is a song about "Swag"

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Rebel without a cause, swag ray charles

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

So go ahead with your swag, the irrelevant cool

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Swag never off, all i know is ball