This is a song about "I m too swag"

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you