This is a song about "Getting let down"

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Getting knocked down by some pussy ass clowns.

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

Drop 3 down and let it fly, oh let it fly, fly high

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Not even let you touch me, why would i let you down my pants?/

Lookin down on us thinking yeah..... i'll let that happen.

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Everyone says, i'm getting down to long, everyone says,

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

Let me take you down to my cellar

Sometimes i let it soak its reachin' down in my soul

So the devil that drove in her got in control

Kick your shoes off, let your hair down

It's just my soda mixed with brown