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,

Making passionate love 'til the daylightplus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent

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

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

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

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo