This is a song about "I love his swag"

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

And i'm supposed to love you after yesterday, when you sucked his?

I wouldn't be famous

Yet the things that i love

Like a cop i pursue yo swag over due you aint nuthin but a follow up

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

Scream at the heavens you reject his love,

Love up she threw up in his era

No this ain't silver, this is my dilemma

I've got muslims calling on jesus

All because i can't feel love

Woooh, race my niggas, and i bet you never pass me like a free safety

Body in his arms he holds her up says baby don’t go i love you baby

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

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