This is a song about "Drops"

He's a punk , he copies my lines when the beat drops,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

His girlfriend walks in and drops to the floor

Need i say more out in singapore

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

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

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

When the beat drops,boom i see you run

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Spitting drops of acidic chemicals in your retinal

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble