This is a song about "Below"

Nah, man your rhymes just seem below par.

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

See, even if the ground below me withered away

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

On a fuckin submarine, you're below sea level

But soon i'll diss this pad of rappers below my level

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

People set the bar, but they're often below.

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

Wears his jeans below his knees

I'm sharper than shark teeth

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Below atc you are still kinda fine