This is a song about "Swag moneydog"

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Rebel without a cause, swag ray charles

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

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

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through