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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

I got a bad bitch and she likes to get dirty, i got my own swag and you know that

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Anxiety, anxiety, tripping over reality

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

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

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Did it all on my own

My own unknown is my enemy,

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

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

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

They sendin' beats for a fuckin' feature

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer