This is a song about "Swag"

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

I got swag and i aint rocking tommy hilfiger

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

You know my swag is outstanding,

Fags yelling yolo, swag! it makes me pissed.

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Swag never off, all i know is ball

Mirror mirror on the wall

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind