This is a song about "Drop that shit nigga"

I'm gon remember her, but still

Gotta drop lock that man spill

My all gold rolly or the

Give me face like that nigga

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

I drop shit that sweet enough to murder diabetics and make your candy rot

Yeah. i know that nigga

The science and the art, africa

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Like that drop out who created my phone

No receipt nigga i got that

Naked woman rub my back

That type of shit make a nigga crazy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free