This is a song about "U ain t got swag"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Let out all the swag like my dad, got right in the zone, obtained no receipts

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

You got no swag on your tone man you're monotone

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

I told myself that i would play it cool

Now u wanna fuck me...bt u haven't got that tool

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

Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

She can only live for the moment

It was plain to c she gave birth to a c-u-n-t