This is a song about "Swag"

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Swag never off, all i know is ball

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Make a swag fag keel over when they know there rhymes lag/

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

So go ahead with your swag, the irrelevant cool

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

Penncounting pennys over tha years

But i've got as much swag as a folk song,

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

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

My swag is to the roof

When they hear me rocking the groove

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years