This is a song about "You dont have swag"

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

You big riding fag fuck you and your swag bitch on the rag,

Like hoes down in magic city

You be rocken swag like shitty

Dont have the strength to eat

Cause they right down the street

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

I suggest you practice dude,cause i dont think you have a clue

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

But im here to help, you dont have to feel like this anymore

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

You tell me i got swag though, i say you a fag go,

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

In the chair of confession i dont have the heart to speak to you