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

Dropping all that thun thun thun like your soap in the jail

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Of the world's balls dropping to celebrate

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Homage paid, i spit flames at names of the game, dropping names,

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

This dj ain't got the heart nor spleen to reach levels this extreme,

Write it in my leisure, i rather go shopping

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

The revolution will proceed

When i spit on the beat,

Shorty rocking to the beat.

Last of a dying breed

I pearl harbored the beat

The drug that they brain need