This is a song about "Inner conflictions"

Shots, they back and forth

Inner core, intercourse

But my reality is all of your inner souls

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Their inner voice just go's quiet

Foolish, i be on that new shit

I'm not in your inner circle, so i'm fucking up your set

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The inner sight i sense with sinners since has been misplaced

Through emotions evoke the real inner you.

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Bringing out the inner animal

As i light one for ill will

Of my inner monologue

Man i spit that pimp talk