This is a song about "Under the moonli"

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

The underdogs that live under the fog

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

I'm the parasitic evil gettin' under your skin

"where is it?" under the bed? in the depths of the shed?

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Love smothering widows til they freaking under the sheets

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

But most of the time

Through you under the avc line

I'm modest, and humble

While you stand under the table

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Still hear that laughin under breath while the orlando police