This is a song about "Inner longing"

Inner winner morbid splinter sizzled dinner movie rental

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

And your inner mother board has not been set

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

Their inner voice just go's quiet

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

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

Inner core, intercourse

Alcohol and booty calls

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

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit