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

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

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

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

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

Ma got thick thighs and a beautiful smile

We about to set this bitch on fire

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

And tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from

Something worth dying for

But we so poor, we got no door,

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

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha