This is a song about "Bitches love my swag"

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

Cuz the bitches like us, but they love our home.

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

Back then i had no feelings, i hated love,*bitches* and romance.

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

I gotta know if it's real or not

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

My swag is to the roof

When they hear me rocking the groove

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Let out all the swag like my dad, got right in the zone, obtained no receipts

Or you'll be useless like my bitches.

Out in la im fakin' hitting switches