This is a song about "Sag swag"

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

You know my swag is outstanding,

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

You little young-ass motherfuckers

My swag is to the roof

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Cause im a swag professor

Ya'll wife and white knight her

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

And before the sun came up, he was gone