This is a song about "Low and insecure"

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

Low end theory, beats, rhymes, and life, midnight marauders,

And it makes you feel insecure, there's no love from the guys,

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

You're just the same, vapid and insecure and shitty to hear

And eyes low, pardon me, hah

I ain't, mad, at cha

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

So insecure, no one's perfect