[intro]. Aye aye so now I'm. [verse: andre 3000]. So-lo that I can see under the skirt of an ant. So-lo that I don't get high no more. When I "geronimo! " I just go hit. So-lo my cup is a rojo my cholo my friend. So-lo that I can admit. When I hear that another kid. Is shot by the popo it ain't an event. No more. So-lo 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-lo that I can give a fuck about. What is trending. 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 ann. 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-lo my halo stay way low. It feels like it's bent. So-lo that when they throw. Pussy on pesos I pay no attention to it. So-lo 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 naive I was under the impression. That everyone wrote they own verses. It's comin' back different. And yea that shit hurts me. I'm hummin' and whistlin'. To those not deserving. I'm stumbled and lift every word. Was I working just way too hard?