This is a song about "Inner pain"

Inner core, intercourse

And of course, my car's off course

Huh, a metaphor of course

I'm lost in my inner thoughts,

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The inner sight i sense with sinners since has been misplaced

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

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

I'm not in your inner circle, so i'm fucking up your set

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

Bringing out the inner animal

Lady at the frank stand will

Just to feed his inner cat, his inner batch of unheard raps, getting fatter

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer