This is a song about "I drop my bars like"

I spit bars to 6th power like boron

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

I drop bombs like a nazi pilot it's kamikaze now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Reloading my bars like magazines

Everything ain't what it seems

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

My bars are magical like jesus turnin water to wine

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My bars on lock like convicts in prisons without permission

Rocks drop, when i come i hear a knock knock like

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight