This is a song about "Rag racing"

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

I changed the station, my brain was racing, pacing crazy slow,

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

That farrakhan hakeem olajuwon qaddafi rap

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Theres your dinner, chew him up like a rag

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap