This is a song about "Make me drop some body"

You gon’ mess around and make me catch a body like that

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

Make some mistake could be

Bitch, i might make you my baby

These rappers stink i make em bloodied body but then karma came

But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game

And say, might make, some hit

You, you, you have to pay for that

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

And make a scene over little things to me it's just some petty shit

And it don’t stop

At the top/. make it drop,/

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

Diss me then go ahead try piss me then drop dead bye

When i drop the science political activists tell me to stop the violence,

Like an abusive husband,bitch get back in the kitchen and make me some muffins