This is a song about "Drips"

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

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

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

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

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

She just sit there and watches as the blood drips

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Not white... it a red liquid that drips!

Over me the same peeps that have died

Spitting drips of fire like