This is a song about "Swag rap money"

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

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Your money is spent on rap so you cant pay your rent

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Then asking my identity

You be rocken swag like shitty

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Fags yelling yolo, swag! it makes me pissed.

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist