This is a song about "Inner city"

Shots, they back and forth

Inner core, intercourse

It's all good, finna dog that

Their inner voice just go's quiet

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Imagine this, an inner-city kid without his papa dukes,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I would say fuck my city

Inner winner morbid splinter sizzled dinner movie rental

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Now you speaking my language

I grew up in nola city,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree