This is a song about "Marketing swag sass ass bitches"

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Gluteus is in the air make sure that bitches ass is up

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Never trippin over bitches you type that's kissing ass

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

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Fags yelling yolo, swag! it makes me pissed.

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

So i'm writing you this letter

Cause im a swag professor

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Swag never off, all i know is ball