This is a song about "Swag"

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

On they car note to go to the club

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

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

But i've got as much swag as a folk song,

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

Rebel without a cause, swag ray charles

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

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

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve