This is a song about "Low proof"

I be, creeping lower than low

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Even met lil wayne there, proof? that nigga aint scared

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

Thinkin back to it i feel so low.

At this love thing toe to toe

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

With all due respect you a fucking doof and here i am to show the proof

Im trash cuz im white i dont need proof

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

They setting the bar low,

Heard that you alright though

The cracked up mirrors in your house show proof

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose