This is a song about "Drill music"

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Fill the clip and drill 'em and then screw 'em, shit's a missile,

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

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

...i make beautiful music,

That's game bitch, ain't shit

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

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

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

I just wanna make music,