This is a song about "Rag god"

You rag on me but say your a friend

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Light the rag, it's a molotov

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Cause i'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

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

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

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

I fucking hate this job

We don't understand god

Well man i do the yacht

Adam eve, devil god