This is a song about "Inner child"

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Of my inner monologue

Okay man you do the drop

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

It is endless, you're defenseless, i see your inner thoughts,

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Help us find our inner song

And we don't know no right from wrong

Patience child. i smile upon you.

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Ignore me because i am a broken child

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind