This is a song about "Drop ayee"

Got me rushed to the station

Drop rhymes, no mental constipation

Okay man you do the drop

I gotta know if it's real or not

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

They can't break my concentration

Your buddies playing drop the soap.

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Body after body i just watch them drop

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

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

And im about to drop, you

And word i blew off herb i grew

At the top/. make it drop,/

I’m the king of rock