This is a song about "Swag"

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Swag never off, all i know is ball

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

You be rocken swag like shitty

Like hoes down in magic city

I refuse to be another being on this earth

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

They infiltrate our homes, africa

I got some swag bitch, let me swag all over ya

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Fags yelling yolo, swag! it makes me pissed.