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

Than i drop the fucker and leave you broke ass bitches,

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

She gon get the mils for this

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

When they hear me rocking the groove

My swag is to the roof

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

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

Noun98,apparently late,ive already ate ur bitches ass now its ur turn,

Your just going to die trying,now your out of steam like a dry iron

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

Hearts darker than black i did this for a marketing act for the views

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues