This is a song about "Drop"

So get them ends hot

At the top/. make it drop,/

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Pawning my chain in the shop

Know shit's about to drop,

What up girl, tell me how you been

Drop rhymes, no mental constipation

I drop philosophies,

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

And drop the gossip shit,

You ain't gon find that

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

Ever since then i had no job

Ad-rock said the beat bout to drop/