This is a song about "Suck my dick swag swag"

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

You know my swag is outstanding,

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Let out all the swag like my dad, got right in the zone, obtained no receipts

I aint stopping till my writing arms had a rest, swag out this world - look how im dressed,

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

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

Fags yelling yolo, swag! it makes me pissed.

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist