This is a song about "Lord swag"

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

Yeah ain't that what the song say

Oh lord like it's sunday

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

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Lord forgive me, lord forgive me things i don't understand

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Praise to the heavenly lord.

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

So go ahead with your swag, the irrelevant cool