This is a song about "Underworld"

Made in the underworld where the ghetto girls creep

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

I'm going underworld/

The wrong drink, the right work

And more than confident

God of the underworld stunt

I'm going underworld/

Slight work, slight work

God of the underworld

They call me say, word

Swerved n surged but then emerged underworld

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Right after i send these fake bitches to the underworld

On this fucking world may be the fucking underworld

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned