This is a song about "Cash dro"

The world looking out, they on the front row

Blow some dro and letting shit go…

Lucky seven probably poppa

Is smoking dro too for some melo-drama

Dank dro and hip hop, hennessy and trap beats

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

The dopest fuckin dro got me stoned yo it's so loud

If i get stopped, have a bitch throw the weed out

Higher than everest on dro, that's my skill level at rapping

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

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Feelings dont matter when it comes to cash