This is a song about "My swag lit"

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

I dont get it lit, why jeopardize my life to the size

They caught me just as lit my torch..

Uptown sitting on cloud 9's white porch

Cause she see the way i ball, how my wrist and that be lit up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

My candle is always lit you can't be the one to have it conquered

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

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