This is a song about "Rags australian"

I've got weapons in words, i've got weapons in hands, riches and rags, coming

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

I only jizz for hot, dumb rags

If i don't make that man there dance

Dressed in your jizzed stained rags

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Whether you wear rags or leopard skins

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

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

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

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

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

I use bitches like fucking dirty rags

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

I sit back in my rags