This is a song about "Inner city"

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

Inner medication, meditation, innovation and mental serenity

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

705 this our city,

Then asking my identity

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

Urban inner-city ghettoes, where you've never got a minute,

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Help us find our inner song

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone