This is a song about "Drop ayeee"

I fucking hate this job

And i wont stop till you drop

And her smile lit up the room

Head and just drop dead boom!

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Gotta drop lock that man spill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Been running around trying find a job

Body after body i watch them drop

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.

Pawning my chain in the shop

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

And im about to drop, you