This is a song about "V rag"

You big riding fag fuck you and your swag bitch on the rag,

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Take her to my place put a rag on her face and pour water on it/

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

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.

Hit birdman wit a wet rag then step back,

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Theres your dinner, chew him up like a rag

She grabbin on my sack, she sucked my d, after i ate her v,

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

It ain't hard to make money

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g