This is a song about "Haracteristics of the inner planets"

My inner thoughts are sacred watch the words you speak with,

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

When the planets meet proper conditions and positions,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

That was the warm up let's me bring out the inner me,

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

You have now entered the inner thoughts of my own mind

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

The inner sight i sense with sinners since has been misplaced

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Unbalanced- a challenge that can manage to mangle the axis of planets

But i can't till i put these untrustworthy motherfuckers in their caskets,