This is a song about "Drilling rigs"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

And drilling in like benadryl and pencillin, missiles hit,

18. spinning like i'm drilling,

I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping

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

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

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

Splitting and drilling the heads of demons, i ain't satanic/

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Saying they this and that

All my niggas still drilling shit

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

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