This is a song about "Swag fancy"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Cause im a swag professor

Uh, for worse or for better