This is a song about "Drill bits"

You cleaned up most but there's bits on the couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

No i ain't got a deal, but its part of a common drill

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

I'm a sociopath who love to drill,

Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen

Called life, happiness, liberty, freedom

Smashed her to bits, she must hate me...

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Now it's a catch 22 and this ain't no drill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

See this whole industry is fake but they seem to know the drill

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill