This is a song about "Drilling services"

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

All my niggas still drilling shit

It shows i know a bit

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

She don't really care about anyone advice

And the man knew her services carried a price

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

And drilling in like benadryl and pencillin, missiles hit,

And getting money is the song i sing

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

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit