This is a song about "Rap swag money and sports"

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

Got tired of running from the police

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

You big riding fag fuck you and your swag bitch on the rag,

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Almost lost my life to the industry

And big money like hulk

If you ever feel alone and