This is a song about "Drilling services"

And the man knew her services carried a price

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

And drilling in like benadryl and pencillin, missiles hit,

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

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

All my niggas still drilling shit

One night love: i'mma need that

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

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

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

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