This is a song about "Young swag lord"

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

Wanted the lord to rearrange

When they hear me rocking the groove

My swag is to the roof

I can't keep running away

Oh lord like it's sunday

And knock billiards out of your business, ya bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

All you need is your passport

Praise to the heavenly lord.

You be rocken swag like shitty

I’m tryna be low key

I'm the only god only lord,

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured