This is a song about "Blue rag"

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

Not half bad and make it bloody like a chick on a bad rag

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

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

Rag on my hair, wrap weed in vegas, rockin' vagabonds

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

You rag on me but say your a friend

Ion wanna see my nigga blue

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

Until your face turns blue

What preceded was the clue

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Roses are red and violets are blue

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh