This is a song about "Wiggle wiggle"

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

But i've got as much swag as a folk song,

Shake junt, brother say it again

Riding around with ms. reece and them

I wonder why we take from our women

Swagger on the tip of my tongue

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

Wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

I got rabies now! this disease i cant shake it

Rebel without a cause, swag ray charles

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I'm smart, peep this art, not too much swagger