This is a song about "Dropping bombs"

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Unknowingly your dropping down into the depths/

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

I know these haters watching

Or just full on dropping

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

And dropping down a thousand boulders,

In my drawsring, ring, ring

6 popping 5 dropping

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

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