This is a song about "Rag heads"

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

The next day you is everybody target

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

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

The third one is mixed, white and black

Hit birdman wit a wet rag then step back,

But got comma’s in my statement

Smackin heads on the pavement,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads