This is a song about "Rags"

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

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

Switch swag on you little dick fags

I use bitches like fucking dirty rags

Whether you wear rags or leopard skins

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

I sit back in my rags

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

I only jizz for hot, dumb rags

Now if you give us a chance

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

Dressed in your jizzed stained rags

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

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth