This is a song about "Drop it now"

Drop the microphone, now step the fuck away from it and just go home

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Hold the mike i gotta rip it while it's hot, skeet drop

I drop bombs like a nazi pilot it's kamikaze now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

But now my rhymes drop like bombs.

Fuckin' up my gold pots

You're very attractive, and notice that

Stop it, drop it, because i shot it.

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

So they jock my tail spot, when it pours hail drop

I say three words ''drop it low"

Ran outside to see the big show