This is a song about "Not swag"

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

Got tired of running from the police

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

But i've got as much swag as a folk song,

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Make a swag fag keel over when they know there rhymes lag/