This is a song about "Low lives"

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

I enjoy threatening these lives

Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Killin innocent lives like abortions

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

For putting hands on my mother and destroying our lives,

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

You can keep it on the down low

Preaching to the choir though

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

We are having the time of our lives

Explains the lives of six lost

And inside they think rap's soft

Young lives and the garda

My all gold rolly or the