This is a song about "Swag life"

Swag never off, all i know is ball

Mirror mirror on the wall

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Penncounting pennys over tha years

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

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

Make a swag fag keel over when they know there rhymes lag/

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you