This is a song about "Inner city shelters"

I'm lost in my inner thoughts,

Huh, a metaphor of course

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

And before the sun came up, he was gone

Help us find our inner song

No one notice your struggle

Bringing out the inner animal

Any time you inhale is your last, you might know, cause i take away breaths

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

Of my inner monologue

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

Inner winner morbid splinter sizzled dinner movie rental

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

And your inner mother board has not been set