This is a song about "Inner city"

Intendent attend them, cool cause

I'm lost in my inner thoughts,

Of my inner monologue

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog

A criminal grind mean hustle

Bringing out the inner animal

Third ward general, young cash money

A demon that feeds of my inner g

But five years from now i bet she see

I grew up in nola city,

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Just to feed his inner cat, his inner batch of unheard raps, getting fatter

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

And your inner mother board has not been set