This is a song about "Inner darkside"

Black fours red drop head doors

Inner core, intercourse

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

So every action got its consequence, the lack of common sense,

It is endless, you're defenseless, i see your inner thoughts,

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

My inner thoughts are sacred watch the words you speak with,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Their inner voice just go's quiet

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves