This is a song about "Drilling and splashings"

But it's going down, hell no we ain't drilling

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

All my niggas still drilling shit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Seein' dreams in they sleep

They laugh and scream and leap

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And like to boast and brag

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Grab the scissors and saws and

She can only live for the moment

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll