This is a song about "Going on a drill and dissing ihate for fucking his cats"

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

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

It’s been going on for a few weeks now, and it’s eating my brain

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

But really that dissing shit was nothing more than a fucking fad

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major

He's a fucking ant and i'm burning his land with a magnifying glass and a damn laser

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Mentally ill, i'm 'jeffrey dahmer' with a drill,

Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

I call it speaking tongues

And im going so fucking nuts

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening