This is a song about "Low tier"

Always strap so i was alright

I'm top tier aimin high, fly as a kite

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

That nigga so shame that he hung his head low (hung his head low)

I miss you at my recent show

They setting the bar low,

Down just so we can grow

I say three words ''drop it low"

Low hanging fruit that was me

Bitch, they call it motor city

Back then we were the best, sitting on that upper tier

I don't ever fear nothing, i'm forever here

Thinkin back to it i feel so low.

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

Fuck low ante. pick carefully.

It's a battlejust for tha big money