This is a song about "My swag game"

Lets come up to my city

My game cold, one degree

We're ballin' in this game, the swag of lebron's stolen,

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Walking straight in confidence, got my pimp game

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

With women with issues

My swag is to the roof

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

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

My rappin is tight, ez money is my game

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

I aint stopping till my writing arms had a rest, swag out this world - look how im dressed,