This is a song about "Self worth"

The knowledge of my self still

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Maybe it your work, maybe your lack of worth

I've become immune to you no name haters

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Self designated wicked critical closer

That’s just something worth writing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Cause your life is never what they tell you its worth

What we gotta do to survive

Honey, you’re worth the price

Relying only on self

Cause i can't seem to feel myself