This is a song about "Low riders"

And eyes low, pardon me, hah

Kicks new, my denim, raw

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Damn i think i hit writer's block, pulling up to the riders lot

I say three words ''drop it low"

We magnetizing the ghetto

Got so many witches, the curse pile's running low

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

I hit em up everywhere, especially down low/

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

You can try to push me down, yeah keep me low

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

She say how low how low can you go?