This is a song about "Drill bits"

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

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

Plottin' don’t even worry

I'm a sociopath who love to drill,

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Mentally ill, i'm 'jeffrey dahmer' with a drill,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

I used to be the most humble until

Now im constantly in this bomb drill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Slipping further into comatose bits of shit

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

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge