This is a song about "My swagger"

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you

Unlike you, my swagger doesn't fade

If i die before i wake

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm smart, peep this art, not too much swagger

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Im not jay-z but i guess i got my swagger back

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Swagger on the tip of my tongue