This is a song about "Whiteboy swag"

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

Make a swag fag keel over when they know there rhymes lag/

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

I got swag and i aint rocking tommy hilfiger

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her