This is a song about "My baby on the low"

Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

On a low note who knows the path to fame,

Then we cut, look how she say my name

I aint gonna tell anyone, ima keep that on the low

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

If you ain't with it then you better stay on the low

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

Sitting on my baby ass starting to bawl

I tell em ain't shit changed like the diapers on ya baby

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see