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

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

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

You can keep it on the down low

You can try to push me down, yeah keep me low

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Ya your right, i actually played the assassin

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

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

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

You gonna find ya self in the trauma center,

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

My little brother could rap better than you

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

I shut em down, you fuck around, meet ya maker

Stir up all these feelings inside of her