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

We on that skip bayless/

When you feel like this

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

We on that skip bayless/

You ain't working hard as this

Better than college, after that, students home

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

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

In thriller, i’m a killer, who’s iller on the microphone?

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on