This is a song about "Earths interior"

Slit sparks with a razor, hooked up to a taser, so as im slicing her i can tase her

Found a new rich nigga on the spot, whispering to his boys hold up, man did you see her interior?

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Running circles round your skull like the earths equator

On my canvas i'm an artist i seek earths core for stardust

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

The right time to applaud, his interior was never true

Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

If you'd only let emancipation within your interior near you.