This is a song about "Inner drag"

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Drag them up from the maelstrom

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

And your inner mother board has not been set

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Then drag the body in and hide it in the basement

Inner winner morbid splinter sizzled dinner movie rental

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

That moschino shit is so back

Taking drag after drag

Just to feed his inner cat, his inner batch of unheard raps, getting fatter

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Where would i be without my dogs

Inner core, intercourse