This is a song about "Got no swag"

Niggas die over shoes

My swag is to the roof

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

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

And your mamma got her bubs out (no),

You got no swag on your tone man you're monotone

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Got no disabilities like other aborigines

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag