This is a song about "Swag without cusding words"

Finish line with the tire marks

Rebel without a cause, swag ray charles

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

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

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

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

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

So go ahead with your swag, the irrelevant cool

This prada make me shallow

Words don't mean nothing without the flow,