This is a song about "Low"

I ain't, mad, at cha

And eyes low, pardon me, hah

I hit em up everywhere, especially down low/

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Like curses on the radio

I say three words ''drop it low"

Thinkin back to it i feel so low.

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

I’m tryna be low key

Do you think i'm crazy

Low hanging fruit that was me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

De la soul is from the soul

Lay low youll make bank roll

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Impolite n rash with low swings