This is a song about "Death from below"

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

One last shot, this time below the belt

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

Wears his jeans below his knees

I'm sharper than shark teeth

With this god up above watching us below

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

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

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

100 below centigrade

he saved our lives , he rose from death he forages for his sons,

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

They slept in death, hung from a wire that held their necks