This is a song about "Inner hate"

I quit smoking dimes to free my inner mind

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

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

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

Of my inner monologue

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

Inner medication, meditation, innovation and mental serenity

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

Any time you inhale is your last, you might know, cause i take away breaths

Into her inner ear that im gonna fist her rear,

You see the way i move, i am in another gear