This is a song about "Inner city"

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

And your inner mother board has not been set

Together, we say hi to the sunrise and fight together when the sun sets

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

Inner medication, meditation, innovation and mental serenity

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

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

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

I grew up in nola city,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Bringing out the inner animal

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,