This is a song about "Low"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Flow creative genius, low creative negligence

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

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

She say how low how low can you go?

A three minded genius who's never low

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

To liberate yourself, africa

And eyes low, pardon me, hah

She going to borrow some money

Fuck low ante. pick carefully.

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

I'm never faded though