This is a song about "Low battery"

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

That nigga so shame that he hung his head low (hung his head low)

Impolite n rash with low swings

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

I be, creeping lower than low

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

I hit em up everywhere, especially down low/

Black 3 cement, sag jean knees low

Where they find me, 16 on death row

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

Look at my gallery , those who i've challenge are all victims of battery, and forget

I’m tryna be low key

Yeah, it's all natural baby