This is a song about "Drop bitch"

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.

Living if she is or not

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

While i drop this bitch face down and watch her belly flop

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

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

My album gonna drop

Now you got that drop off

Please hold your applause

And drop the gossip shit,

You can feel it via spirit

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Don't derail or drop your guard

Know shit's about to drop,

Say i'm not hot