This is a song about "Fuckin low key"

The squad on lock no key

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Don't believe me i’m tryna be low key these nigguh better not fuck with me

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

A lyrical genius, respect is the key

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

You always stayed low key, in the back of my z, and you will forever

A lyrical genius, respect is the key

Must be something you want me to see

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

But the good die young and bad slow so i hope u die fuckin slow cause uve made us feel so fuckin low