This is a song about "Swag gangsters and money"

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

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

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Well rick james, maury jane

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

I got swag and i aint rocking tommy hilfiger

If its not couture, i will not go to her

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac