This is a song about "Under"

Talking of the gods you serve

Got bitches ducking under covers

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Looking these broke niggas under me

But now your under a hood

She got that good good

There is a light that shines

Shining under the roof pipes

Spinning like wheels under my heels,

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Roast under a sauce of wine.

I'm not under the influence i'm under the game

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame