This is a song about "Inner demons"

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

I ain't ever ask for nothing to make it right here

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

They bringing me fish and chips

Gettin to know his demons

Just to feed his inner cat, his inner batch of unheard raps, getting fatter

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

No one's safe from my inner maniac/

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

And you ain't doing nothing wrong

Help us find our inner song

See what i was taught

Of my inner monologue