This is a song about "Drop dead nigga"

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

That nigga couldn't name drop, but it's all good

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Is not far from white girls with big bread

I can't wait 'till you #drop #dead like ritchie valens,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Vizion is that type of nigga to purposely drop the soap in prison,

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Even when my dreams are dead

Okay man you do the drop

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

A legend have to bow, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

I bring the axe down, tell em drop dead, leave em charred