This is a song about "Droppin commies"

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

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

Killin' imagery, droppin' bitches just like elephants

Together all the timethought it was true love

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

"hold my purse" - now she on the floor, droppin' like it's hot

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Yeah, one time for the

Droppin dime gold digga

Droppin' shields like panties cause she wants the d

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see