This is a song about "Swag like boss"

Like a cop i pursue yo swag over due you aint nuthin but a follow up

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

I'm so boss, provin' my dominance

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

You be rocken swag like shitty

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

Boss shit she no she mean as shit but she actin like a kid

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Let out all the swag like my dad, got right in the zone, obtained no receipts