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

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

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

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

She probably had a reason though

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

Broke back brothers, you a faggot ass brother

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

This is for my bitches gettin' high on the regular

Stay on the down low rap a fuckin rookie competitor

Im just a lonely under achiever who wreaks of weed and low self esteem

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen