This is a song about "You low life pricj"

Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Low end theory, beats, rhymes, and life, midnight marauders,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

Searching for direction in a place that has you headed low

You know that love is a very serious thing

But low and behold she finds you endearing,

But until then i'm living the high life, still tryin to keep low

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

I feel like a low-life, with no life

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

You must mean be crazy comin at me low mentality, no mental ability low capacity