This is a song about "Swag"

When they hear me rocking the groove

My swag is to the roof

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

I got swag and i aint rocking tommy hilfiger

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind

Shit i'm lying too! told that bitch i love her for her mind