This is a song about "Lower half"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Than a tornado that's based in lower diego

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

Oh-kay, here's the situation

While you rape lower levels to win

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

Your lines of rhyme just keep getting lower and lower

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win