This is a song about "You got swag"

Like a cop i pursue yo swag over due you aint nuthin but a follow up

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

You know my swag is outstanding,

I got some swag bitch, let me swag all over ya

Used to call me the african don dada

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Cause im a swag professor

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone