This is a song about "Swag twat"

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind

Talking shit because he knows for a fact his whack, ill steal ya missus an tongue her twat,

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

So i ring him up and say michael why do you act a twat?

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

Like being garbage some type of disease

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

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

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

I got swag and i aint rocking tommy hilfiger