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

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

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

You can keep it on the down low

Who real bitches check me out though

My little brother could rap better than you

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Ya full of ya self, get ya cock out ya mouth before ya jump in this beef

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace