This is a song about "Money life swag"

You little young-ass motherfuckers

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

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

But i'm not a dummy, without money i'm stuck here for life

All my life i had lil money to invest, to spit and let my inner soul grew//

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Tell me, if you lived in poverty all of your life you wouldn't really talk money,

Stop bragging about money and just live life thankfully.

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.