This is a song about "U mine on the low"

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Your generativity is on the low, your creativity would never show

The rap game is mine, get down on your knees

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Stay on the low bro while i hit it with a flow

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

She's a freak on the low but keeps it lady like don't swallow semen.

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Keep it on the low, you can go 808 that

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack