This is a song about "You don t have swag"

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

But it's not about the cash or even how much swag you have/

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

Don't want to be the king

You know my swag is outstanding,