This is a song about "Dropping threes"

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Been dropping classics like you guys were droppin' fire torches,

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Homage paid, i spit flames at names of the game, dropping names,

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

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

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Unknowingly your dropping down into the depths/

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

I got ones, threes, all the sheez you wish your js were as fresh as these

When hip hopping and steady dropping any nigga with a problem

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Low income no bills getting paid

Of the world's balls dropping to celebrate