This is a song about "Drills on drills"

Feel your chest on top on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

So here i am at the store for some chips

To fulfil even the simplest of drills

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

Cause i already moved on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

100 percent on everything and on my team

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Your on fire.. your on fire

J. cole's her ghost writer

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Everybody finger point in your direction

New message from mom

Swisher almost gone, hold on