This is a song about "Inner thighs"

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

A demon that feeds of my inner g

No one's safe from my inner maniac/

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

Discussin bad bitches and the wish for bare thighs

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Spread her, pet her with her thighs sprawled

Who's pockets look fat just like her big ole thighs

I'm everything that they call nice

Inner winner morbid splinter sizzled dinner movie rental

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

And i listen to thought

Of my inner monologue