This is a song about "My swag game"

I'd rather sully my name, then to keep dulling the game

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

My game cold, one degree

What them tippers don't see

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Walking straight in confidence, got my pimp game

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

So play away but stay awake, my crews change the game,

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Better know my name i,ll be hot in the game/

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb