This is a song about "Below"

Wears his jeans below his knees

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

100 below centigrade

What you call hate

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

See, even if the ground below me withered away

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

On a fuckin submarine, you're below sea level

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

So come and follow me below, where demons know me as equal

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

They're thousands of feet, down below

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow