This is a song about "Drop"

The dead society of a poet

And drop the gossip shit,

I drop divebombs and torpedoes

Every night i stroke hoes

Ad-rock said the beat bout to drop/

By any means, if ya like it or not

Now you got that drop off

Please hold your applause

Listens for the shower, not even a drop,

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Drop the best fukin lines...

Short days, long nights

I’m the king of rock

Know shit's about to drop,