This is a song about "Being down on luck"

Looking down there he was, plumped down on his rump

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

I'm doing the same thing

For going on being

A toothbrush being shoved down the throats of your minions,

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

Top dropped down, black on black

There's crack, there's crack

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

I'm looking down on the atmosphere

So much for being on duty cops, hah!

Used to call me the african don dada

Here's your nigga, come hear this year

Looking down on the atmosphere

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head