This is a song about "Lower clas"

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Your lines of rhyme just keep getting lower and lower

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

After they lower your casket i'll smack the pastor that viewed ya

Don't stay lower, i want to show you my reality

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Young fly nigga, getting cash motherfucker

Im feeling lower than a broken bumper

His reputation can't get any lower

Regardless to all them, i appease her

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

They are the coaches in this

Lower than the lames is