This is a song about "Droppin bombs"

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Heads were droppin', pistols poppin', teens coppin' metal,

Smoke a bong sniff mom's coke (whiff) i spoke bombs

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Suicide bombs like a motherfucking terrorist

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Droppin rhymes in order to keep your pedestal lower than mine

Real strong spitting fire bombs

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Been dropping classics like you guys were droppin' fire torches,

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Atomic bombs i drop on y'all,

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Droppin' classics, sinnin' like catholics, burn ya ashes,