This is a song about "Drop that mix tape"

"money and blood don't mix

The youngest of my mother kids

Drop that shit from essex to surrey

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Vindicated of wack rap, when i drop this tape

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Like that drop out who created my phone

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

And plus you know i won’t stop ‘till the day that i drop,

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Look in the scope, my people still a target

Bitches on my dick that pop lock and drop it

Play hard to get, females get jealous

If u get caught and cuffed/drop that stuff

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

Nor am i contemplating on every single tape,