This is a song about "Below"

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Also i can not stand, so sit below my canopy

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

They're thousands of feet, down below

The tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't shit this

Below me, is where you's rappers reach is/

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

Look out below, there is no inventory control

100 below centigrade

My head wasn't raised

Nah, man your rhymes just seem below par.

Hope my city is not too far

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

Just below the surface something sinister simmers