This is a song about "Under the see"

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

You under the top, i'm over the limit

Under 25, living the fuckin life

I'm everything that they call nice

The boss, i got the whole game under the gun

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Im happier when high and drunk

Then bury her under the pavement

Love smothering widows til they freaking under the sheets

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Shining under the roof pipes

"contemplate", i wrote about her

I boil lines under the hot platter.

Only kids at the time, but our hearts were not under

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her