This is a song about "Louis vittion swag"

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

I got some swag bitch, let me swag all over ya

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

My records sell, yes sir

Cause im a swag professor

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Louis prada thats how i stunt