This is a song about "Lower half"

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

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

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Convinces the lower minded and the slower sighted

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Droppin rhymes in order to keep your pedestal lower than mine

I don’t know why…hey, wait a minute motherfucker

Im feeling lower than a broken bumper

That if i do i'll be put in a lower position

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

Lower than the lames is

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

It's somehow better now, lower middle class, blue collars,

Intelligence level is lower than pedals

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles