This is a song about "Inner pain"

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Inner core, intercourse

And i can't help but stare, cause

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

I quit smoking dimes to free my inner mind

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Like keep grinding boy, your life can change in one year

Into her inner ear that im gonna fist her rear,

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

Inner winner morbid splinter sizzled dinner movie rental

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

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