This is a song about "Gurney"

My internal skills are nothing you can run after,your raps don't

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Using depictions of my internal infliction

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

That internal exorcist, expanding the intimate

I don’t really mess with the feds, i’m a militant

Lyric revived, adrenaline is what powers my humanly internal drive

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

Fertile internal eternal fraternal

Now the whole town fears me, the whole sounds thats so eerie it messes up yo hearing

Delivering raps with large blast causing internal brain blast,i'm always leaving

Look it something they can't ever see

To chain the internal beast inside me

Fucking with ricky got me working relentless in sessions

Astral projections, see my internal reflections