Solo, my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my friend So low that I can admit osso When I hear that another kid is shot by the popo It ain't an event no more So low that no more high horses, so hard to wear Polo When I do, I cut the pony off Now there's a hole that once was a logo, how fitting So low that I can give a f** about what is trending sons Tryna cut down on my spending Regardless of winning, instead of pretending And bending over backwards Over half of these hoes had work done Sayin' they want something real from a man Just saying it, we being real persons I hate that it's like this, I feel for you, ant I don't know what it's like with a skirt on So pardon me if I am being insensitive But darling this only worsens So low my halo stay way low, it feels like it's bent So low that when they throw p**y or pesos I don't pay no attention to it So low that I am no rookie but feel like a kid Lookin' at the other kids With astonishment while I'm on punishment Watchin' the summer come close to an end After 20 years in, I'm so naïve I was under the impression That everyone wrote they own verses It's comin' back different and, yeah, that sh** hurts me I'm hummin' and whistlin' to those not deserving I've stumbled and lived every word Was I working just way too hard?