This is a song about "Swag old lady knitting game"

With the pretty little lady

I just want somebody i can see

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

Better yet they work my every nerve

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Like im a grandma knitting these rhymes with no caution and effortless

The lady loves her will.

For real, a nigga ill

Cause im a swag professor

Good love then i can do that for her

God mc oh my god you gotta see

So search hard till you find your lady,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Boy get off your so called little lady,

Compton burn swishers and watchem get lower than the tits on my old lady

Woooh, race my niggas, and i bet you never pass me like a free safety