This is a song about "You played ya self down low brother"

Nowadays you look empty, ya love runnin on a low supply

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Ya self-esteem will be on my key chain,

But now invisible cells around your brain

Standing down low wishin u could disapear like a magician

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

Brother lookin' down from every direction, heard the police reciting

She say how low how low can you go?

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her