This is a song about "Swag g"

We call each other homie g,

I swear they think i'm crazy

You be rocken swag like shitty

This is like riding through the city

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

You know my swag is outstanding,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Go and diss me you're history missing g

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Third ward general, young cash money

Niggas die over shoes

My swag is to the roof

Trying to be a cool g

Fuck that nigga, i am the party