This is a song about "Tripping over my own swag"

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Feds on my ass niggas steady tripping

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Act as spunky ban-dit/does feared tasks n get flummery my head will be tripping

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

But elon don't got no proof

My swag is to the roof

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

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

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Where's as am tripping on my laces