This is a song about "Inner hate"

Through emotions evoke the real inner you.

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

And your inner mother board has not been set

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Buzz it, like my very first day in here

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

But my reality is all of your inner souls

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

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