This is a song about "Swag fancy"

With women with issues

My swag is to the roof

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

And hell. human condition? what a fancy name to label on a prison,

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

You be rocken swag like shitty

The good kid from the ugly city