This is a song about "I ain t got swag just because you rap"

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I got a rap sheet to my name that's just too long, and you ain't even know it,

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

I can tell that you got served, because i eat the mic,

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Stop yapping just because i got an a on my blueprint,

Fuck around and pay your rent lets go in my car and fake the tint

Because i just shat on you, like a loo

And if i gotta settle for a piece of you