This is a song about "Kain swag"

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

So go ahead with your swag, the irrelevant cool

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

Swag never off, all i know is ball

Just me and my boss no worries at all