This is a song about "Fire drill"

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Into linen cloth don't forget about the drill

Or something that you paid for

I breathe in the fire

Now im constantly in this bomb drill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Well, that's what you are

What's with all this fire,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Well we start the fire

Them niggas talking, they like man he official

Fill the clip and drill 'em and then screw 'em, shit's a missile,

Killer, like a thriller,when i drill her,

Picture a place that they exist, together

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Why? cause reading your shit's like taking my teeth to a drill?