This is a song about "My swag lit"

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Lit your houses on fire and deployed my parachute

So i hoped out pronto, get my swag on a flow

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

My damn fire been lit, my rap skill be tough shit

I'm god man i don't even have to breathe, but your ass must be satan cause you're actin mean

I make it seem like i'm a mismatch with a lit match and my homelife is kerosene

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

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

My mission to split a spliff, so i lit it quick, and still i get it,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that