This is a song about "Below"

I kick it any tempo, i'm lifted off the indo

I make you feel like it is 10 below

Break my back as i head below

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Below atc you are still kinda fine

Would look at us all the time

One last shot, this time below the belt

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

All i know is i got warts on my below

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

Then they slee-pin below not six but seven

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Just below the surface something sinister simmers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth