This is a song about "Droppin commies"

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

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

Droppin rhymes in order to keep your pedestal lower than mine

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

I'm droppin' fire, only things they're dropping's hot wood,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

Cummin' on your ass like i'm droppin' a creep tumor

My garments shouldn’t be here, i’m somewhere near the future

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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