This is a song about "Fucked that bitch on a low key"

I'd done stacked many

But once i get that key

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Keep it on the low, you can go 808 that

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

The squad on lock no key

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

Searching for direction in a place that has you headed low

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

But yo, keep that on the low though

Niggas say i'm loco

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

That ain't everyday low-level gangstas on stick and move,

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

I’m try'na be low key to get me elected to be free,