This is a song about "Inner thighs"

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Raps as fat as thunder thighs, yet my cash is undersized

Man i spit that pimp talk

Of my inner monologue

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

I felt a butcher knife slash at one of my thighs

Real dared and clear as i glare and tear subjectively into your thighs

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

And your inner mother board has not been set

Through emotions evoke the real inner you.

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Inner winner morbid splinter sizzled dinner movie rental