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

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

We're young and we don't give a fuck

So i hoped out pronto, get my swag on a flow

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

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

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

Like a cop i pursue yo swag over due you aint nuthin but a follow up

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer

Feds on my ass niggas steady tripping

And this will be the song that we sing