This is a song about "Worn"

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

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

Worn by a queen or a faggot

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

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

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

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close