This is a song about "Running for treasurer and having swag"

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

I honestly feel dumber for having read your rap,

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

Y'all niggas about to feel thisbreak out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms

(inturlude) 4 measures "rap shit's crazy for sure.. " "fuck swag" "yup, here it comes"

And you running for the door. pause.. rewind.. now do it

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water

Fuck rap, i'll be a landlord so i can rape the tenants daughter