This is a song about "Drop bitch"

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Imma ball till i drop

Cause i break it out a lot

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Drop the pen, bitch my raps are fucking deleterious

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

They burn on every block

And i wont stop till you drop

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Don't derail or drop your guard

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Drop the pen, bitch my raps are fucking deleterious

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

At the top/. make it drop,/