This is a song about "Swiggity swag"

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Make a swag fag keel over when they know there rhymes lag/

You be rocken swag like shitty

Then asking my identity

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

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on