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

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Life of a don, sean don, sippin never had a palm reader

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

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

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Rebel without a cause, swag ray charles

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I'll be whipping this fag / while hes sitting in class