This is a song about "Im wort"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Im lusciously, amazing, but yet im vigorously, angry,

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Sometimes im afraid sometimes im engaged

Im stubborn and im ignorant,

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Im on fire cause im fantastic

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

Im confused and distressed, happy yet im depressed

For tryin' to communicate through a song

To guess the shit im on, im gone

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Im gonna rap to prove im good