This is a song about "Low battery"

You haven't flowered loco

Black 3 cement, sag jean knees low

Thinkin back to it i feel so low.

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

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

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

Dastardly bastards assault and battery hazards

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

You can keep it on the down low

My nigga, its all love

With very low attentiveness

They setting the bar low,

Same bitches used to play me though

Lyrical assualt pigs arresting me for battery

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see