This is a song about "Going underground"

I was born and rased in a underground

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

Coming out from underground,

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Come around the real underground then expect the results,

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

I could be underground and broke, but a better rapper,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I know there was a time where once i, was king of the underground

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

But if you keep it underground, the corporate thunder pounds,

Trapped in the projectsand the jury finds you guilty on all accounts