This is a song about "Inner thighs"

And when i start to rise

He is holding your thighs...

Help us find our inner song

Tats out and my hair long

We share, don't wanna, cool i break, your breast, thighs, legs,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Gashed his eyes/slashed his thighs/so fast he dies

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Through emotions evoke the real inner you.

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

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

Spread her, pet her with her thighs sprawled

For this, i thank the lord