This is a song about "The low life"

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Gotta lay low in the future mane

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

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

Gotta lay low in the future mane

Down in dallas at the all-star game

Low end theory, beats, rhymes, and life, midnight marauders,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Gotta lay low in the future mane

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Got so many witches, the curse pile's running low

The sun gives light cause it is the window

I'll teach you how to take it slow

They setting the bar low,