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

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

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

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

And im going so fucking nuts

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing

Hoping that he's listening

And blast you with his fucking

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

Going for days and days unshaven

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

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

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