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

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Where's as am tripping on my laces

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

My swag is to the roof

Anxiety, anxiety, tripping over reality

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

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

I love the way you're standing

You know my swag is outstanding,

On everything i own, i'll make it on my own

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home