This is a song about "Dropped trucks"

A cayman porsche, dropped his name adopt

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Man you better pray that you dont get dropped

It's like you dropped your laptop without backing up your memory

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

He should of just dropped the people that wouldn't stop

So before i dropped to the ground and fell on knees

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Imma be an atom bomb dropped on nagasaki

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

But most times darling the sequel sucks

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

What happened to em, innocently used to play with and adore toy trucks