This is a song about "Low"

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Filipino hospitality yeah now drop it low

Hit the club she drop it low

No, just put us on death row

I say three words ''drop it low"

I miss you at my recent show

Impolite n rash with low swings

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Thinkin back to it i feel so low.

I'll teach you how to take it slow

And eyes low, pardon me, hah

But dont go in raw

They lay log i lay low

Down just so we can grow