This is a song about "Im droping"

About some tyga beef shit

Im still loaded, im loaded

Im swear im legit, miss i promise im honest

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Im gonna rap to prove im good

Im still loaded, im loaded

Or let the mob handle that

But they sold jello in the paint

Sometimes im afraid sometimes im engaged

Im grinning while im spitting this

Shopping i’ll be in paris

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

To guess the shit im on, im gone

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Im saying im worthless