This is a song about "Rag"

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

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Take her to my place put a rag on her face and pour water on it/

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Theres your dinner, chew him up like a rag

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

You rag on me but say your a friend

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Light the rag, it's a molotov

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

You rag on me but say your a friend

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Do the dirty work, dish rag/