This is a song about "Drop girl"

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

I keep my money neat

Damn, uh, nigga drop the beat,

And he, what's his name, earl

Just a skinny white girl,

Almost cried right on the spot

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

I drop divebombs and torpedoes

Imma ball till i drop

That's all i got

All the time with this glock of mines

Drop the best fukin lines...

I'm tryna learn somethin new

And im about to drop, you