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

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Nope, all you get is shit in my prison when you drop the soap/

These joints here not found at the mall

You don;t thin anymore

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

And served it to the public on a silver platter

If you went to prison youde aim to drop the soap faster

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Your buddies playing drop the soap.