This is a song about "Im so swag"

My swag is to the roof

Its cold as shit in this booth

But im christian so logically

Lord knows you've been busy

So when im departed

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

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

So go ahead with your swag, the irrelevant cool

But she forgot about the golden rule

And getting money is the song i sing

You know my swag is outstanding,

Whatever im bored so peace

And all my childhood memories

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

To liberate yourselves, africa