This is a song about "Gary low"

I ain't, mad, at cha

And eyes low, pardon me, hah

I say three words ''drop it low"

Ran outside to see the big show

I'm feel like i'm,i'm so low,

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

Flow creative genius, low creative negligence

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Like hoes down in magic city

I’m tryna be low key

I be, creeping lower than low

This shit ain't nothing new though

We magnetizing the ghetto

They setting the bar low,