This is a song about "Below"

On a fuckin submarine, you're below sea level

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

We be in the party like we own that bar

Nah, man your rhymes just seem below par.

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

I make you feel like it is 10 below

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

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Feel the heat and the cold, seventy degrees above and below,

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Also i can not stand, so sit below my canopy

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Man our raps'll leave you in a casket yo, you'll be six feet deep body bagged below

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

One last shot, this time below the belt

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent