This is a song about "Swag money"

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

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Got tired of running from the police

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

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

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Cause im a swag professor

She should have invited her