This is a song about "Swag twat"

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

So go ahead with your swag, the irrelevant cool

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

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

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

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

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

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

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Like hoes down in magic city

You be rocken swag like shitty