This is a song about "Below"

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

People set the bar, but they're often below.

Just below the surface something sinister simmers

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Man our raps'll leave you in a casket yo, you'll be six feet deep body bagged below

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Bitch you aint on ma level your below my belt

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Break my back as i head below

When they here today what you say to them

Then they slee-pin below not six but seven