This is a song about "Swiggity swag"

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

That means i wanna be the highest

Fags yelling yolo, swag! it makes me pissed.