This is a song about "Swag"

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

When i get to warwick avenue

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

You know my swag is outstanding,

I was born to do the damn thing

These joints here not found at the mall

Swag never off, all i know is ball

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve