This is a song about "High and low"

But until then i'm living the high life, still tryin to keep low

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Tell me, why doesn't your ass just suck dick and lay low?

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Maybe a couple exten-do's these niggas know and i'm ridin low,

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

We parents are low-income, and i'm white, so no scholarships,

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

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow