This is a song about "You think you got swag"

You think you're hip, you got that tank at abercrombie & fitch

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

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

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

You don't got no hustle, now you think your words suppose to be smart?

How you think your favorite rappers all got ahead

Got a nigga tangle in your spider web

Don't think you raw just cause you got success

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

You like your rhyming you think you got lines

Just to make it in this broadway lights