This is a song about "Low"

You can keep it on the down low

You haven't flowered loco

I’m tryna be low key

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Fuck low ante. pick carefully.

And eyes low, pardon me, hah

The science and the art, africa

But seemingly believe it though

Thinkin back to it i feel so low.

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Impolite n rash with low swings

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

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