This is a song about "Inner thighs"

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

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

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

Of my inner monologue

Only real niggas stay on top

A demon that feeds of my inner g

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

No one's safe from my inner maniac/

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Bumping me against the world, hello world, kendrick here

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

I'l sever his thighs with a pen intentionally and get sentenced to life in the penitentiary

You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Breaking the limit, awakening my inner demons/