This is a song about "Young swag lord"

My swag is to the roof

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Teach you how to rope a chick

Lord just look up lucid

You say prasie the lord

Competition on the court

Or something that you paid for

Cause im a swag professor

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Peace be upon him my lord

Fresh out the airport

When i pull up in that candy range

Wanted the lord to rearrange