This is a song about "Not gonna drop"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

I'm not even gonna bother to bury you

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

And i'm not gonna let it happen twice/

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

And i'm not gonna let it happen twice/

Listens for the shower, not even a drop,

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

I ain't gonna stop untill i'm at the very top, i ain't never gonna drop, stand in

Not gonna lie we're not happy family

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

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