This is a song about "Drop combo"

The dead society of a poet

And drop the gossip shit,

You gotta breathe and be at ease

I drop philosophies,

They right too cause

Now you got that drop off

Body after body i watch them drop

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

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Listens for the shower, not even a drop,

Don't derail or drop your guard

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.

And stick a arrow in the back of the bus thats how you finish a combo

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row