This is a song about "Inner pain"

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Breaking the limit, awakening my inner demons/

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Inner core, intercourse

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Through emotions evoke the real inner you.

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

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

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

Inner winner morbid splinter sizzled dinner movie rental

I let you know you dealing with dogs

I'm lost in my inner thoughts,