This is a song about "Inner pain"

I ain't got time to swag nigga this is monumental

Inner winner morbid splinter sizzled dinner movie rental

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

But my reality is all of your inner souls

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

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

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

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

And of course, my car's off course

I'm lost in my inner thoughts,

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

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