This is a song about "Drop the bas"

At the top/. make it drop,/

It’s hip-hop, not pop

The beat drop and its so crazy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

And drop the gossip shit,

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

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

Damn, uh, nigga drop the beat,

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Drop the bomb blow up the world

She wanted to fight at first

Drop it on the floor, she's coming

Blood been rushing, i'm thinking 'bout loving

The beat drop and its so crazy

What them tippers don't see