This is a song about "Rags"

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

I use bitches like fucking dirty rags

Dressed in your jizzed stained rags

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Whether you wear rags or leopard skins

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

And then except that everybody just goes rags to riches,

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

I sit back in my rags

Switch swag on you little dick fags

You've heard from rags to riches, fake rappers are bitches

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

The they know how it is from riches to rags (bitches)

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith