This is a song about "Feel my swag"

Always knew where the pot was

Feel the wrath of my rhythms

I must go like fly route

My mom makes me feel so proud

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

Our children must be taught, of africa

I got some swag bitch, let me swag all over ya

You be rocken swag like shitty

But five years from now i bet she see

Well damn they feel so roo-my

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

If he does my soul to keep

I feel the sand on my feet