This is a song about "Ultimate swag got ma nigga z we so bad"

Maybe ma style kinda bad fag and whack

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Ma became middle class, and we got a a nice house,

Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring

Ten more depending on where wale going

Aint jay z, but show me what ya got

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

I got swag and i aint rocking tommy hilfiger

I got three bad bitches, with some green we chillin on the scene,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream