This is a song about "Rag racing"

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

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

My brain is fuckin racing shit i'm spacing like a plain nut

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

You rag on me but say your a friend

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

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

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

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

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

Nigga i ain't never scared

You rag on me but say your a friend