This is a song about "Rag"

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

No difference whipping you with a rag or my lyric attack,

Twista finna get up on the track

Theres your dinner, chew him up like a rag

Get on your knees bitch, let me whip you with a wet rag,

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Light the rag, it's a molotov

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack