This is a song about "Dropping bows on em"

This is oh so much like getting votes

You rain-bows, so you just skittles in plain clothes

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

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

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

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

Big bows,screaming fan ,big shows.pretty like a crown,can nothing put

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Explicit is how i spit it shitting on em like a pidgeon

Got tired of running from the police

He who bows the knee, shall be brought down to grief/

Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?

Brand new drop, i'm riding through harlem

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

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