This is a song about "Dropping the beat"

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Because we've talked before the beat

Of a waiter but the way i'm dropping shit is major

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

Showing no emotion then dropping him in the antarctic ocean,

Or just full on dropping

Let my angel sing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Dropping her draws and the bra and got it popping

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Nightmare on any street

Damn, uh, nigga drop the beat,