This is a song about "6tf under"

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

You're going under quick, that's life

Paper planes, long flights

Under heavy strobe northern nights

You fried under that heated lamp,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

I’ll never use a rubber

Yeah he's six feet under

This is why her nigga mad

When under pressure, i never crack

Huh, i can't interpret her

Wrap that blunt under after

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Screaming people under me.

Lady at the frank stand will

While you stand under the table