This is a song about "One below"

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

With this god up above watching us below

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Whats above when theres nothing below

Break my back as i head below

I just call it …remember all the dough

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

Man our raps'll leave you in a casket yo, you'll be six feet deep body bagged below

Look out below, there is no inventory control

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

People set the bar, but they're often below.

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Bitch you aint on ma level your below my belt

I’m doin well, i’m just hoping i got your respect

Also i can not stand, so sit below my canopy

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody