This is a song about "The sub"

Sub-division of religion goes overhead to discriminate

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

For those whey no fit dey fix son

The bigger the the fun

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

You ever paid attention in there? me either

Got the passion for the music

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

You're sub-par, so i'll ignite your finest write-

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Sub-zero stage fatality, down, forward, forward, block

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Like a volcano but cold as sub-zero