This is a song about "Drop dat ass low"

We got dat smoke and blow

But now the dough like kaiser bro

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Fuck hookers man i get ass for free, panties drop as soon as i crash the scene

They setting the bar low,

My ambition to blow

You know, work that

Allah, not even dat

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Hit the club she drop it low

But seemingly believe it though

Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldnt tap dat,

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Soon as i get home