This is a song about "Dro"

She gotta hold her head up high

God of dro, ho,  my eyes red like i/

Dro got me accelerating, breaks fail fish tail might not even make it

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Blow some dro and letting shit go…

This summer gone be mine though