This is a song about "Drop ya"

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

Casually ill drop a rhyme

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

To im chopping of your genitals kill ya mother and father drop u and your

Imma ball till i drop

We popping bottles, it don't stop

I drop philosophies,

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Would drop a bomb to kill ya moms and laughing when its on the news

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Only real niggas stay on top

Know shit's about to drop,

Body after body i watch them drop

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam