This is a song about "Rag"

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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

Goddamn, the boy's back

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

Take her to my place put a rag on her face and pour water on it/

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

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

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Hit birdman wit a wet rag then step back,

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

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

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

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