This is a song about "Drop a bar"

Maybe drop a hamilton on a sick domain

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Listens for the shower, not even a drop,

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

And dont start it in a bar

If there’s a shining star

Judging fine hard. flying right up bootlicking sprintin' like a fuckin' creamy bar

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Put me down, i won't take shit. raise the bar a bit.

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

It wont be you hitting me with a bar stool,