This is a song about "Rag"

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

You rag on me but say your a friend

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

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

You rag on me but say your a friend

Light the rag, it's a molotov

Always knew where the pot was

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

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

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

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with