This is a song about "Drill music"

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

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

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

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

I just wanna make music,

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Knowing when its over blastin music

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

I make elevating music

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

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