This is a song about "I can under"

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

//should i make some breakdowns under the comment section?

A soldier, and i stay under you fightin'

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Im under pressure i hope i dont crack now

Will somebody please show me how

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

With eyes that i use to see under the darkest night

Unstable motherfuckers,where else can you get a lapdance from an e.b.t card under the table

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut,

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Finally i find an abandoned tent and hide under it

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I still got shipments of sentences under my blankets 'n mattress