This is a song about "The dj dropping the beat"

Dropping her draws and the bra and got it popping

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Because we've talked before the beat

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Of the world's balls dropping to celebrate

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,

Write it in my leisure, i rather go shopping

Original can grill a steak that'll get the panties dropping,

Yea i'm missin some sleep

When i spit on the beat,

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

I pearl harbored the beat

I keep my money neat