This is a song about "Swag mag"

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

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone

I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer

I got swag and i aint rocking tommy hilfiger

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

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

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Fags yelling yolo, swag! it makes me pissed.

As i'm watching the snow fall

Swag never off, all i know is ball