This is a song about "Drag racing"

You a contender for what drag queen of the week

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Then drag the body in and hide it in the basement

Your situation becomes rocky, you drag a pal low

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Mind racing on racing, lately i've been pacing

Im not going to let you drag me down

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

Try to jack and i will attack

What a bummer, what a drag

Knock her out and drag her back to an empty lobby's halls,

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce