This is a song about "Inner self"

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

No one's safe from my inner maniac/

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

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

Inner winner morbid splinter sizzled dinner movie rental

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

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

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

Texting my mama current self

Bringing out the inner animal

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

The knowledge of my self still