This is a song about "Inner right"

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

The inner sight i sense with sinners since has been misplaced

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

You have now entered the inner thoughts of my own mind

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi 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,

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Their inner voice just go's quiet

But i remain the good kid