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

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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

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

Brother looking down from every direction, i heard the police reciting

I played the cards that you dealt me

I just want somebody i can see

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

You can keep it on the down low

In the club like fuck it, though

Stay on the down low rap a fuckin rookie competitor

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

My little brother could rap better than you