This is a song about "Drag"

Im not going to let you drag me down

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Naked woman rub my back

Taking drag after drag

Your situation becomes rocky, you drag a pal low

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Then drag the body in and hide it in the basement

You a contender for what drag queen of the week

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

They try to bag the essence of youth, and then will drag it home,

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges