This is a song about "I got dat swagger"

We got dat smoke and blow

And i made it with that dope flow

Bitch, i sit on this beat with swagger

And there's little to be glad for

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

I begin every good day by drainin whisky straight out the flask, daddy ask whats dat,

Not just another dick that thinks he's got swagger

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

These dumb chump rappers with crumb bum swagger

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

But dat shit aint true, i love a rainy day.

I can't let you have my burdens, i won't pass you dat slice.

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice