This is a song about "Drop ass"

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

My album gonna drop

Drop rhymes, no mental constipation

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

I drop divebombs and torpedoes

Guess i’m different than most

Damn, uh, nigga drop the beat,

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Now you got that drop off

Ever since then i had no job

Know shit's about to drop,

I drop philosophies,

4-3... yea, remember that please