This is a song about "Inner right"

On they twitter writing novels, see

A demon that feeds of my inner g

I quit smoking dimes to free my inner mind

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

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

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

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Inner core, intercourse

Kirko paint her walls

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

Help us find our inner song

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

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