This is a song about "Kids swag"

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Cause im a swag professor

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

I got swag and i aint rocking tommy hilfiger

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child