This is a song about "Inner pain"

And your inner mother board has not been set

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Cant tame this inner lion, bitch im not a ring leader

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Through emotions evoke the real inner you.

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

You have now entered the inner thoughts of my own mind