This is a song about "Inner right"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

I'm lost in my inner thoughts,

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Of my inner monologue

Okay man you do the drop

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

Inner winner morbid splinter sizzled dinner movie rental

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

But my reality is all of your inner souls

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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