This is a song about "Don t drop the soap"

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

Dropping all that thun thun thun like your soap in the jail

That you just dropped the soap in prison

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

At the top/. make it drop,/

So get them ends hot

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

You don;t thin anymore

The shit that i spit is more

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal