This is a song about "Nazi swag"

Where's all the paparazzi? hair on my arm raisin like my pops was a nazi

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

On they car note to go to the club

Swag never off, all i know is ball

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

But five years from now i bet she see

Puffing the bomb green watch me i'm a nazi,

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

A rebel and a cop, savior and a nazi when it comes to rap/

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Cause im a swag professor

Of impactful things one can ask for