This is a song about "The seagull fly hi and the ants crawling low"

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Say hi to the devil before you try and untie/

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

Reserve on the low low, haters disappeared and i ask where they go though.

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

They setting the bar low,

We still ride though

Some old bitch that we did before

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

The cops are after me and i say hi in the street

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Uh the realest niggas are so fly

Hit the club she drop it low

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough