This is a song about "Bradley clark will get dropped"

Man you better pray that you dont get dropped

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

My bullet will get stuck in your mouth

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

You get balls dropped in your hole like your a fucking basket,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Will i conquer, or will it get the best of me?

I'mma sign that work and release that

Watch out, it will get graphic,

Yeah that shit will get you.

I'll tell you baby that we're through

That's how him and his man will get,

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Will get fricasseed on the grill then