This is a song about "You low life pricj"

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

I kill like a low-life, with no knife.

They say it's only one life, life, life

You can keep it on the down low

Same bitches used to play me though

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

You suck yo its true bro, i'll tell you one last time muthafucka lay low!

Just all them fucking low life teacher ways.

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

What if i said you could get slain for pants hanging low?

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free