This is a song about "Swag"

I'm everything that they call nice

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

You be rocken swag like shitty

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

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

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

So go ahead with your swag, the irrelevant cool

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

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack