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

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

If you try to give it to me at the door

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

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Lady g, willy b in time

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

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

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

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key