This is a song about "Drilling rigs"

18. spinning like i'm drilling,

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

All my niggas still drilling shit

I got two whole tears in a bucket

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Not hinting and drilling at a fall, i'm no titanic/

He rigs the raid, guards knees buckles, for god sakes he's gonna beat em till his skull crunches

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

I said patience persistence got the world listening

The alarms going off, hell no we ain't drilling

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

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

And drilling in like benadryl and pencillin, missiles hit,