This is a song about "Swag life"

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

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

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

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

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club