This is a song about "Low and insecure"

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

I'm insecure and need approval

I feel so insecure

They tested with stress that they under

Reserve on the low low, haters disappeared and i ask where they go though.

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

We parents are low-income, and i'm white, so no scholarships,

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

I've become immune to you no name haters

That ain't everyday low-level gangstas on stick and move,

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

So insecure, no one's perfect