This is a song about "Blue rag"

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

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

And daddy's in the cadillac

Hit birdman wit a wet rag then step back,

And pissing red, white, and blue

And no nigga gon love you

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Theres your dinner, chew him up like a rag

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

You good man, we don't want you

My favorite color is blue

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

Disappear like you interfere, out of the blue

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

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back