This is a song about "Under estimated"

Whatever we under, keep composure/

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

And i ain't frontin for her

Wrap that blunt under after

Sometimes i think, what i need

You've got paradise under your feet,

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Got bitches ducking under covers

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

Roast under a sauce of wine.

Now your done and six feet under

A metaphor, for the insecure

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

You fried under that heated lamp,

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

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain