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

Swag never off, all i know is ball

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I got swag and i aint rocking tommy hilfiger

She gonna dance when that molly through

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

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

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck