This is a song about "Bitch low"

Black 3 cement, sag jean knees low

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

Flow creative genius, low creative negligence

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

She say how low how low can you go?

Where they find me, 16 on death row

I be, creeping lower than low

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

I hit em up everywhere, especially down low/

I’m tryna be low key

To them it's just a story

Impolite n rash with low swings

They say he the key to my blessings