This is a song about "Iz u down"

I'm down, u down, no more fuckin around

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Standing down low wishin u could disapear like a magician

And surely gonna fuck u... fuck u down deep

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Would u love me more if i got down on one knee

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I aint scared to merk u

I'm here tryin' to pull you through