This is a song about "Swag out"

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Let out all the swag like my dad, got right in the zone, obtained no receipts

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

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

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

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

So go ahead with your swag, the irrelevant cool