This is a song about "Dragging"

What up girl, tell me how you been

Free of all old dragging tension;

Dragging on the ground, thirsty for elixir

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

I've been dragging on, keeping up, for a span of #two #weeks,

The master of this rap shit

I'm deeply dragging to it

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

So may foes keep dragging behind do i remind you

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

Dragging you by your bare hair and burying you 6 ft in the ground

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Except i am dragging you into the water instead of out, i am on a mission

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Dragging heat on our trail we just bail from cops with black whips