This is a song about "Low proof"

I be, creeping lower than low

Scab, fix up look shop joe

Coming with some proof see at yo funeral *raps in the tomb

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

A three minded genius who's never low

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Cindy is still looking for some proof

Oh yeah, there's an excuse, you lose proof so you use

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

But those motherfuckers wanted a fucking proof

Proof that's not enough reason

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Don’t believe me? look at l, pac, big, and proof,

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice