This is a song about "Sports school swag rap fame confidence"

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

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

My swag is to the roof

High as shit, i’m in a booth

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

I'll easily barbecue your reply and kangaroo-kick your confidence,

I rap for about ten minutes and then the school bus pulls up in front of me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Our history that they stole, africa

I got some swag bitch, let me swag all over ya

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

And every time i rap on this school ground i'm the principal

When they hear me rocking the groove

Of the confidence juice