This is a song about "Swag boy"

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

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

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Finish line with the tire marks

Rebel without a cause, swag ray charles

You be rocken swag like shitty

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

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

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john