This is a song about "Drilling services"

All my niggas still drilling shit

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

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

And the man knew her services carried a price

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

And drilling in like benadryl and pencillin, missiles hit,

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

In my drawsring, ring, ring

18. spinning like i'm drilling,

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

So the devil that drove in her got in control

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

No commentary my man, i come out swinging