This is a song about "Swag curves"

Rebel without a cause, swag ray charles

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

How beautiful are thou, africa

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

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

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

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

So go ahead with your swag, the irrelevant cool

Already my first step, my rhythm dramatically curves,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth