This is a song about "Internal medicine"

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Astral projections, see my internal reflections

So i can give him a taste of his own medicine

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

To chain the internal beast inside me

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Or medicine in a green bottle

Medicine may try to counteract

I start to think it's all planned

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

That internal exorcist, expanding the intimate

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Lyric revived, adrenaline is what powers my humanly internal drive