This is a song about "Dropping bows on em"

6 popping 5 dropping

But he don't rule a thing

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

I don't usually spit on beats man, i produce em/

Go on tell em randy, tell em i would never do,

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

Got 'em dropping drawls on my balls after shots of alcohol

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

Come right back on 'em, fight, and leave 'em in the dirt yo

So i'm dropping fire solely on junction

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Or just full on dropping

It ain't where i been

I see graves with your names on 'em your belongings i'll pawn 'em

But everybody is a g with the weed in them