This is a song about "It s all under me"

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Looking these broke niggas under me

Let it rain let it thunder put a slob 6 feet under

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

All you bitches under us moving like numerators,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Take it all of for me stripper,

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Live your life, don't fold under press pressure, me who you are it ain't hard

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

I withstand the truth that is under me

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Currently i'm under it