This is a song about "Swag and style"

So dont bite my style and lay on the madness of hate

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

You see this guy is unattractive and he has no style,

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

You got mad style and now my hands tied

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Amma change my style a bit and try to spit deep raps.

With an old style and a sold can that outran

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang