[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 eh 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 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-lo my halo, stay way low, it feels like it's bent So-lo that when they throw pussy or pesos I don't 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 yeah that shit 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?