This is a song about "Not stoping until the exotic drop"

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

At least not until my mom leaves

//this song is me not realizing facts until now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

The 2 man clique at the top, soon to drop

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

No not kanye but i drop the bombs

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Until the coppers drop in from choppers

Well, i can handle that

And drop the gossip shit,

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

Talkin' thathip-hop shit, don't get shot bitch

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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