This is a song about "Manifest under duress"

Yeah he's six feet under

Or something that you paid for

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

I'm coming under the sheets smother

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

The most manifest scandalous rapper that can handle this

In one way or another

Now your done and six feet under

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Whatever we under, keep composure/

Dank dark as catacombs under rome.

You left your nigga on his own

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Under 25, living the fuckin life

Then bury her under the pavement

It's late and you stuck in my basement