This is a song about "Swag mag"

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

The only time i flirt with her

Cause im a swag professor

Bars dropping like shells from a mac when its on its last mag

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

You be rocken swag like shitty

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Fags yelling yolo, swag! it makes me pissed.

If you feel it, it must be real just