This is a song about "On the lows"

I put the nigga in his casket

The dopest on the planet

Spitting on the side walk cussing on the curb

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Family all around, all highs no lows

And remember when there are lows there are highs

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

' alright, already, the show goes on

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Forgetting bout all my lows

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

' alright, already, the show goes on