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

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

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

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

She say how low how low can you go?

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

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Standing down low wishin u could disapear like a magician

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

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

You gonna find ya self in the trauma center,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

You can keep it on the down low