This is a song about "Drilling services"

And drilling in like benadryl and pencillin, missiles hit,

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

And the man knew her services carried a price

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

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

18. spinning like i'm drilling,

Check the stats, my team winning

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

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

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

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

All my niggas still drilling shit

Saying they this and that