This is a song about "Lower half"

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Your lines of rhyme just keep getting lower and lower

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

Than a tornado that's based in lower diego

If you don't want to get burned. lower me to fifty degrees,

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

No one-half and i hate math

But two parts each bein half.

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Cause i'm a lower class citizen

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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