This is a song about "Cant swag"

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

My swag is to the roof

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

When you took my hand up so calm

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind

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

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Swag never off, all i know is ball

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

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

We are being wiped off the face of this earth