This is a song about "Internal validity"

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

To chain the internal beast inside me

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Lots of internal rhymes here so i'd spit this kind of fast in order to feel the flow:

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

My internal skills are nothing you can run after,your raps don't

Delivering raps with large blast causing internal brain blast,i'm always leaving

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

With illusion's confident lyrics and internal rhymes with attitude and the cool

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Astral projections, see my internal reflections

Fucking with ricky got me working relentless in sessions

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

Instead of talking about real issues and internal pain

Using depictions of my internal infliction

My talent should take me places i've never been