This is a song about "Under"

With such an ugly picture in it and

You fried under that heated lamp,

Whatever we under, keep composure/

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

You ain't more street so go suck your mother

Now your done and six feet under

So if you wanna leave

Spinning like wheels under my heels,

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

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

And bijies like im out and

Then bury her under the pavement

That's the way, you can move it baby

Screaming people under me.

Well, that's what you are

Yeah he's six feet under