This is a song about "I ve got swag"

I aint stopping till my writing arms had a rest, swag out this world - look how im dressed,

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

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

So i hoped out pronto, get my swag on a flow

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

We' ve got opportunities to create

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

I got a bad bitch and she likes to get dirty, i got my own swag and you know that

I got some swag bitch, let me swag all over ya

Our children must be taught, of africa