This is a song about "About mah swag"

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

But it's not about the cash or even how much swag you have/

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

My swag is to the roof

High as shit, i’m in a booth

You be rocken swag like shitty

It's no longer a new jack city