This is a song about "Ay fam you can t drop barz"

Cause i break it out a lot

Okay man you do the drop

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Almost cried right on the spot

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.

I love all the beef so please fam i beg you,

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

We about to set this bitch on fire

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

Keep coming back for more

You don;t thin anymore

Ay, you- i heard you shining, but i got that gold membership

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit