This is a song about "Less than hollow"

But less than 1% plan it,

See i let my nigga split that

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Less than an hour he beheads lords

To me and the rest of the world you are worth less than dirt

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

But the postwar margin of happiness is less than the rate of adoption

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Your less shocking than a socket,

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Now i'm more or less than me,g

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

But your rhymes have less substance than rehab clinics.