This is a song about "Drop ayee"

And im about to drop, you

And word i blew off herb i grew

Your buddies playing drop the soap.

I fucking hate this job

And drop the gossip shit,

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

And sins we got

My album gonna drop

Damn, uh, nigga drop the beat,

If he does my soul to keep

Know shit's about to drop,

You chris, i rock