This is a song about "Swag"

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Its cold as shit in this booth

My swag is to the roof

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

You know my swag is outstanding,

They infiltrate our homes, africa

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

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind

One day at a timeshe the one? never mind