This is a song about "Under the nightsky"

The underground artists sproutin' under towns never bound

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

And hide like a beast under the wood

And there's little to be glad for

I boil lines under the hot platter.

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

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

Still hear that laughin under breath while the orlando police

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

Through you under the avc line