This is a song about "Inside all day"

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Be wearin crockadillys all and every day

All the pain inside, i'm findin' that my mind is gone, vacant

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Wear that diamond and rep it all day

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

May have got all the smarts inside your brain

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Hanging out here all day long,

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

I'll murder all you mothafuckas any day!

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

When we fuck she say

We used to stay there all day

May have got all the smarts inside your brain

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame