This is a song about "You have no swag"

C’mon and let’s chill baby

You have no more words for me

So that you know,you whack ass rappers have no positions

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

You don’t have to worry no more

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

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

Bun b, i’m underground king

You know my swag is outstanding,

That you would no longer have emotion

You can disown him or stone him

Because they have no accurate opinions of you,

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue