This is a song about "Below"

Guess i'm self made

100 below centigrade

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

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

Atc be below me man

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

With this god up above watching us below

Nah, man your rhymes just seem below par.

See, i like the person that you are

On a fuckin submarine, you're below sea level

And if you light skin you might want to be careful