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

Your body on my body baby stickin like some glue

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

But i don't know no hood nigga that's a chemist

Drop this tape, make it great, that's what's on my checklist,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Fuck the rules and the cops, with one punch i'll make you drop

Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise...

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

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

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

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Whack is some kinda disease and i'm the cure because i drop