This is a song about "Money on the low"

Stay on the low bro while i hit it with a flow

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

Your generativity is on the low, your creativity would never show

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

Coming to me on the down low bout his money slim though

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

And yall niggas the right flow

But yo, keep that on the low though

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

He throwing money on her like she won the lotto (the lottery)