This is a song about "Kid swag"

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

I got swag and i aint rocking tommy hilfiger

Fags yelling yolo, swag! it makes me pissed.

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

Make a swag fag keel over when they know there rhymes lag/

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

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

So go ahead with your swag, the irrelevant cool

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Cause im a swag professor

God has blessed her, prada dresser