This is a song about "Go low blow hoe tiptoe stove mow clow"

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Show em how low can you go, till overdosed on your coke

Reserve on the low low, haters disappeared and i ask where they go though.

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

If they be man or hoe.

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how i feel

Now keep it low i'll blow you with my verses heavy for sho.you're know longer here

Keep it on the low, you can go 808 that

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

It flew across the globe and heated the hearts like a stove

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Tell my hoe it aint nowhere near time to go

No, but it will give everyone a show, your just mad cause i fucked yo hoe, thats a little low,

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