This is a song about "Swiggity swag"

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

You be rocken swag like shitty

Then asking my identity

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

And the sun don't shine and you mind just wonders

Fags yelling yolo, swag! it makes me pissed.

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

So go ahead with your swag, the irrelevant cool

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

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on