This is a song about "Worn"

Feelin' more doubt now? kill your worn out sound.

Can't seem to find a solid ground

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

And maybe like your raps, worn-out from the heat of hell

To your heart and no one warn that this place is so warm now you worn

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Worn by a queen or a faggot

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

I despise clothin' worn by the guys posin' like hoes

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Your flow is worn out like those clothes that your trying to fold