This is a song about "We on that killer swag"

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

And when we on that lean, we ain't fuckin' with the liquor

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring

Cause everytime you come around

Yelling "swag" on a cops car 'til i fell down

Im that killer that hunts and stunts

And trying to start today with arguments

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

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

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

When we first met we were on that facebook shit