This is a song about "Swag out"

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Cause im a swag professor

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

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

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

The jager in my cup is licorice black

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

So go ahead with your swag, the irrelevant cool

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

I got some swag bitch, let me swag all over ya