This is a song about "Dropped drink on my shirt"

Got my shirt off the club too packed

That we can't forget the past

Stop the crying there mascara on her shirt

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Blood on your shirt, burst, when you rap and attack,

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Bullets hit my organs, i started coughing 'n' dropped

Keep coming back for more

Shit... dropped the fork on the floor,

Imma be an atom bomb dropped on nagasaki

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

So before i dropped to the ground and fell on knees