This is a song about "Low gasp"

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Thinkin back to it i feel so low.

I'm never faded though

Hit the club she drop it low

And i did the video for really though

I be, creeping lower than low

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

I send a blast and a gasp through them boards

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

Of camels stacked behind his back, i can't even gasp

Off with a blast that made even the dead gasp

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

What! the antenna is gone! [gasp] rape the maid again in rage

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

My low low is so digital that it creates an expandable