This is a song about "Low"

A three minded genius who's never low

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Purify that woman soul

Lay low youll make bank roll

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

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

Niggas say i'm loco

They setting the bar low,

With very low attentiveness

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Flow creative genius, low creative negligence

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings