This is a song about "Bulling and swag"

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school

So go ahead with your swag, the irrelevant cool

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

Once as a slave who imagined being free

You be rocken swag like shitty

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

You know my swag is outstanding,

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack