This is a song about "Low"

You got that indie glow

I'm feel like i'm,i'm so low,

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

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

I'll teach you how to take it slow

I say three words ''drop it low"

Black 3 cement, sag jean knees low

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Low hanging fruit that was me

20 racks really thats sneaker money

With very low attentiveness

Here i go again, searching for love

Thinkin back to it i feel so low.

Ballin til the buzzer blow

Lay low youll make bank roll

Women at my pole