This is a song about "Ghetto hoe on the low"

Never miss these things, see my game precise

We on the rise, me and g, ghetto wise guys

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Your generativity is on the low, your creativity would never show

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Coming to me on the down low bout his money slim though

If you ain't with it then you better stay on the low

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

I know my lyrics suck more cock, then the average hoe on the block,

She got something i never had

Keep it on the low, you can go 808 that