This is a song about "Dead dad swag"

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

My swag is to the roof

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

You know my swag is outstanding,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

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

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

You be rocken swag like shitty

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

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

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