This is a song about "Under me"

Screaming people under me.

Bitch, they call it motor city

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

He try to put me under his spell but then again he wasn't a good speller

Of impactful things one can ask for

You took me in, under your own desire/

Now you only selling bars, under the cash register. don't hate on me,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Control is what you had me under

And there's little to be glad for

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Why are they creeping up under me

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

I want that title but they got me fighting under card