This is a song about "Ain t swag"

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

We came.. way too far pretty baby

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

My swag is to the roof