This is a song about "Below"

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

With this god up above watching us below

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Also i can not stand, so sit below my canopy

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

Atc be below me man

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

See, even if the ground below me withered away

When i step up out the maserati car

Nah, man your rhymes just seem below par.