This is a song about "Inside of mw"

The malady living inside of me,

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Look inside of my light find hope and maybe just quit, look inside of your

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Am i cheating on this woman if i'm gettin' naked pictures from another

I just want another, wars inside i discover, full of clutter,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

And put trash rappers inside of coffins

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist