This is a song about "Too much swag"

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

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

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long

Dammit i have too much skill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

To much killing around too much suspense.

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Too much information?

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Too much rim make the ride too hard

So rest your weary heart

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

I feel they praisin too much

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

So i can understand police victims