This is a song about "My swag"

Let out all the swag like my dad, got right in the zone, obtained no receipts

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Bitch, they call it motor city

You be rocken swag like shitty

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I got swag and i aint rocking tommy hilfiger