This is a song about "My worth"

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

And finally know my worth,like a snatched purse,

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

Hated all the things that made my life worth living;

My heart broke when i was caring, for the only thing not worth sharing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

I can swerve through curbs 'n' earn my worth and leave your nerves severed

Listening to you aint worth my while

When it comes to spitting that fire

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

I try to improve my style but shit's not worth

My emceeing is worth seeing just give me a beat and a mic and i'll beat you up like mike/

Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night

Kick back and know yo son set

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.