This is a song about "Mic drop"

The mic is now in my palms would you like me to drop bombs

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Listens for the shower, not even a drop,

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Teach you how to rope a chick

I'm back with the mother-fucking mic.

I drop philosophies,

But in the meantime it's lights please

Imma ball till i drop

We popping bottles, it don't stop

That i be on this mic

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

I fucking hate this job

At the top/. make it drop,/

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Jesus christ, i'm breathin' life into the mic,