This is a song about "People who think they got swag"

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

People who were mean to me, my slave, in chains, admitting they were clowns

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Who the fuck think they can stop me.

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

They think i'm just some cracker who can't even get an a in religion.

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Licensed to kill and spill the blood of those who think they ill/

Preachers and teachers, who you think they speakin' to?

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing