This is a song about "Swag"

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

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

And before the sun came up, he was gone

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

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Fags yelling yolo, swag! it makes me pissed.

Swag never off, all i know is ball

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind