This is a song about "Swag curves"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I got swag and i aint rocking tommy hilfiger

I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long

But i've got as much swag as a folk song,

Already my first step, my rhythm dramatically curves,

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

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

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Better yet they work my every nerve

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

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

She says the best words and shes got the perfect curves

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse