This is a song about "Low income"

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

We're filled with low-income toothless moms, nascar dads,

I say three words ''drop it low"

Heard that you alright though

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Filipino hospitality yeah now drop it low

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

With very low attentiveness

On the slow jam of love

But now the dough like kaiser bro

I'm feel like i'm,i'm so low,

She say how low how low can you go?

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

I'm low-income right now, i'm moving to a shotgun,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one