This is a song about "Low and insecure"

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

Low end theory, beats, rhymes, and life, midnight marauders,

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Reserve on the low low, haters disappeared and i ask where they go though.

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

And stop these gunfights, be peaceful, don't be low

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

You're just the same, vapid and insecure and shitty to hear

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

We parents are low-income, and i'm white, so no scholarships,

We parents are low-income, and i'm white, so no scholarships,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

That ain't everyday low-level gangstas on stick and move,

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues