This is a song about "Don t be a swag fag"

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Beside her head of course, don't be a fag! this is becoming a gag/

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

If haters are like lions be a t rex eating them up before u get ate

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

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

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

The only time i flirt with her

Cause im a swag professor

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

You big riding fag fuck you and your swag bitch on the rag,

Don always loses his battles- it has to be be bad luck

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck