This is a song about "Drop ya"

That cellphone that i bought

Okay man you do the drop

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

Ya need to stop drop and roll cause when you say the shit to give the whole hip hop shop the blow

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Imma ball till i drop

Got a beans if you wanna pop

You know i am not gon stop

Know shit's about to drop,

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.

So take the stage just show me what you got

Now you got me hopped up on that

And drop the gossip shit,

4-3... yea, remember that please

I drop philosophies,