This is a song about "Feel my swag"

So i hoped out pronto, get my swag on a flow

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

I got a bad bitch and she likes to get dirty, i got my own swag and you know that

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Like hoes down in magic city

You be rocken swag like shitty

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

But elon don't got no proof

My swag is to the roof

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck