This is a song about "Swag sucks"

For all you that say my grammar sucks

We vegetables, on them record labels

With a succubus who don't bust, she simply sucks,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

It sucks and is such a shame

I live my life in tha fast lane

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

My swag is to the roof

But elon don't got no proof

That's why it sucks so bad

It's all good, finna dog that

This is what - your style? yeah, well it sucks

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

You know my swag is outstanding,