This is a song about "How low"

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

Thinkin back to it i feel so low.

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

A three minded genius who's never low

I’m a hustla, baby

I’m tryna be low key

Flow creative genius, low creative negligence

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

I dont care how low a level i must stoop to get you stupid on my own level

So stop worrying about me and sympathize with the instrumental/

Black 3 cement, sag jean knees low

Now them broads gon' follow

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

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

I say three words ''drop it low"

I'll teach you how to take it slow