This is a song about "Drop niggers"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

Know shit's about to drop,

So get them ends hot

Cause i break it out a lot

Imma ball till i drop

Don't derail or drop your guard

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

I gotta know if it's real or not

It's waking time, time to drop

Okay man you do the drop

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

And drop the gossip shit,

You, you, you have to pay for that