This is a song about "All down"

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Ill make all that are standing sit the fuck back down

Beaming all joy down to hell as if my name was scotty.

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Put all the pieces together as i strip them all down

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

I'm the talk of the town

Gave it all up, laid it all down

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

The spotlights on me, how is it all going down?