This is a song about "Drift fruft drift uhh yeah drift"

Dare me some cash? not freezing wrinkle, fear drift

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

Preaching to the choir though

Uhh nigga dont you know

Vimy ridge. uhh ohh. the germ's got 30 to 45,000 men. oh that's cute.

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Uhh im underated but i got multimillion dollar songs on my phone,

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Shift time, drift into a swift roller coaster lift

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

The street light was lit on the wrong pole;i drift in the depths of dark

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Bury my foes, up in drift but