This is a song about "Inner self"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Inner medication, meditation, innovation and mental serenity

You can pick the next room

Self made bitch im coming soon.

That's aids to the ill

The knowledge of my self still

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

The inner sight i sense with sinners since has been misplaced

And your inner mother board has not been set

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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