This is a song about "Below"

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

Just below the surface something sinister simmers

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Below atc you are still kinda fine

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

I'm on that first place status, never second or below third

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

Whats above when theres nothing below

One last shot, this time below the belt

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

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