This is a song about "Drop it"

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

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

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

Drop this tape, make it great, that's what's on my checklist,

And i'm gonna drop it on your fucking head

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Drop it on the floor, she's coming

But he don't rule a thing

You better park it, pop it, lock it, sock it, drop to the flo’,

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Drop kick back and lets say it again (sids back!)

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack