This is a song about "Rags"

I sit back in my rags

Switch swag on you little dick fags

I use bitches like fucking dirty rags

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Man it’s the killer tracks

Dressed in your jizzed stained rags

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

And then except that everybody just goes rags to riches,

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

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

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

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

I only jizz for hot, dumb rags