This is a song about "Swag swag"

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

When you took my hand up so calm

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

But i've got as much swag as a folk song,

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

Cause im a swag professor

Ha! i'm more cleaver, clever

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

So go ahead with your swag, the irrelevant cool