This is a song about "Dat swag"

He's all expensive like dat nylon

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Zero options to choose

My swag is to the roof

Back in my zone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldnt tap dat,

Then asking my identity

You be rocken swag like shitty

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

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Same bitches used to play me though

We got dat smoke and blow