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

We got money so we ball out

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

But we so poor, we got no door,

You see i gotta go to war

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

You wanna be 50 so bad you got shot in the jaw and your chin swelled

Rhyming ma feeling from a to da z now am free

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

So go ahead with your swag, the irrelevant cool

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

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

I got swag and i aint rocking tommy hilfiger

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her