This is a song about "Flaming swag"

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

And the sun don't shine and you mind just wonders

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Fags yelling yolo, swag! it makes me pissed.

But they added fuel to the fire waiting for the flaming/

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Flaming wrath, i'll lace the crack, drop hooks like a fishing net,

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

Used to call me the african don dada

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Try to spit flaming verses hotter than the ones i quickly jot,

You know my swag is outstanding,

Get off a key like i can’t sing