This is a song about "Swag"

My swag is to the roof

With women with issues

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

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

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Cause im a swag professor

And i ain't frontin for her

These joints here not found at the mall

Swag never off, all i know is ball

So go ahead with your swag, the irrelevant cool

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school