This is a song about "Drop head"

Damn, uh, nigga drop the beat,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Saying they this and that

And drop the gossip shit,

Body after body i watch them drop

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Don't derail or drop your guard

They don't hear my bark

Ain't going to stop killing till i drop,

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

And i'm gonna drop it on your fucking head

I love the way you walk

It's waking time, time to drop

Drop the best fukin lines...

Wale they call me tiger stripes