This is a song about "Got my swag"

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Going broke, no sir

Cause im a swag professor

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

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

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

You tell me i got swag though, i say you a fag go,

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

I got my drink, i got my music

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

But i've got as much swag as a folk song,