This is a song about "Drops"

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Han solo, once i start i cant stop, until the blood drops,

Can't stop won't stop, throwin' bk every day till my blue casket drops

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Don's body will wreck from drops of the soggiest sweat

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Spitting drops of acidic chemicals in your retinal

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

I deserved to be reimbursed, cant spit they just dribble drops

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,