This is a song about "Dropping bars"

Original can grill a steak that'll get the panties dropping,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Dropping mind fuck bars and now your brains a wreck

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Rappers’ volume dropping, appalled by this naw name

I be spittin the bars,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

When hip hopping and steady dropping any nigga with a problem

My haters talking riff-raff, dropping my name in chit chat

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

And i just shit all on you i call that dropping logs.

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

And dropping down a thousand boulders,