This is a song about "Swag and money"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

"money and blood don't mix

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

I got swag and i aint rocking tommy hilfiger

Clap two times if you drunk

And big money like hulk

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

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

With plenty of money and women

Miami nights, ain't another one