This is a song about "Your swag is bad"

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

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

If your having a bad day

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Your hairstyle is bad, and i hate it

And your crime rate is too high because people have bad habits,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

You know my swag is outstanding,

And getting money is the song i sing

You got no swag on your tone man you're monotone

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

You reflect in this heart of mine

No rhyme is a bad rhyme