This is a song about "Inner core"

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Gonna yamoto on your face cause i got a fusion core

I'm lost in my inner thoughts,

Black fours red drop head doors

Emperor, hotter than an embers core

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I'm "hard-core, see there's another metaphor

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

You, you, you have to pay for that

Their inner voice just go's quiet

Inner medication, meditation, innovation and mental serenity

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I figured out that it don't matter for real

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

Undetectable pounding of our hearts beating as one to the core

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store