This is a song about "Lowe it"

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Twists it, turns it, beats it, burns it, tortures us in silence

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Ya love it gone admit it

The master of this rap shit

Whatever started it

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

So is you bout it, i really doubt it, doubt it/

Bitches ain't around one thou

Check it in, do it anyhow

I was tryna hit it and quit it

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

I was born to do the damn thing

What is it? it is nothing,