This is a song about "Inner self"

Of my inner monologue

Put my trust in my dog

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Self made bitch im coming soon.

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself

Texting my mama current self

I'm lost in my inner thoughts,

Intendent attend them, cool cause

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

The inner sight i sense with sinners since has been misplaced

Inner winner morbid splinter sizzled dinner movie rental

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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