This is a song about "Jordans and swag"

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

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

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

You big riding fag fuck you and your swag bitch on the rag,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Swag never off, all i know is ball

The board ceo, i'm glad you all