This is a song about "Worn"

Worn by a queen or a faggot

Or let the mob handle that

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

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

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

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

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

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