This is a song about "Inner pain"

You have now entered the inner thoughts of my own mind

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Their inner voice just go's quiet

You should be cautious, kid

Inner medication, meditation, innovation and mental serenity

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

A demon that feeds of my inner g

I reel them in, goadomes on see

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

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

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

I'm lost in my inner thoughts,

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Through emotions evoke the real inner you.