This is a song about "V rag"

No difference whipping you with a rag or my lyric attack,

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

And then when she gave birth to u through her v

The you should look up in the stars

Light the rag, it's a molotov

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Fucking on some bitch, i got my peen in her v nigga

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Rag on the carols and britney's that won't get with me

Hit birdman wit a wet rag then step back,

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

In the back of the crown v, its me, ben, and speedy