This is a song about "Swag"

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

You know my swag is outstanding,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I got swag and i aint rocking tommy hilfiger

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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