This is a song about "I m too swag"

Your swag sweater looks like swiss cheese when i get done

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew