This is a song about "Being worth more"

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Dramatizing the normal work, merchandizing things with no worth.

I'm doing the same thing

And is it worth bleeding?

Honey, you’re worth the price

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Listen to the music, increase your mind’s worth

And i'm certain being patient will be worth it when i make it

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

I know my calling's worth like phone card

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

You won't get stereotyped in life i'm worth more, top score

Will i ever get the privilege of being hated more than spinach

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge