This is a song about "Dro"

Sipping on this syrup/while im smoking on this dro high as he'll/so you know im bout float

Can't go to her family, they won't let her stayno money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

And the dro got me floating on the seven seas

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

The dopest fuckin dro got me stoned yo it's so loud

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Smell of the juana yeah that dro is top shelf/

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

But blazing the dro yo, don't act like you don't know

Dank dro and hip hop, hennessy and trap beats

Can barely walk the city streets