This is a song about "Rag heads"

Rag on the carols and britney's that won't get with me

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

After lebron, i'm what's next

I'm coming for you chickens heads

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

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

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

I daydream all the time about severing heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets