This is a song about "Drips"

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist

Spitting drips of fire like

That's how we make it right

Everynight i stare, and say my prayers, blood drips from the missing layers,

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

The pen, it hits the paper, move mountains, the ink, it drips,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

The pen, it hits the paper, move mountains, the ink, it drips,

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

In a blink my pen drips a script of this shit and i ignite

But bitches down in your berserk ass, pounding your balls as it drips the tears

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Lickin the blood that drips off the sword