This is a song about "Drop"

Now you got that drop off

And i can't help but stare, cause

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Damn, uh, nigga drop the beat,

Sometimes i think, what i need

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Know shit's about to drop,

And drop the gossip shit,

After that moscato hit

Been running around trying find a job

Ain't going to stop killing till i drop,

You reflect in this heart of mine

Casually ill drop a rhyme

That's how i got the weed spot

It's waking time, time to drop