This is a song about "Throat drops"

Burn bud and get a stressed throat

To soho, baby milo so dope

So she kisses the stars

//start rapping when the beat drops.

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

And mine somewhere bout mars

Is the coldest when it drops

Can't stop won't stop, throwin' bk every day till my blue casket drops

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

I just know i'm that dope

I'll grip my fist around your throat,

Earl, goddammit, i'm still in my damn pajamas

Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes