This is a song about "Im so 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

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

You know my swag is outstanding,

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Im moving so fast im moving right past,

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

Cause im so damn trowed. uhh.

Yeah, one time for the

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

My swag is to the roof