This is a song about "New york drill"

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

Now im constantly in this bomb drill

Lady at the frank stand will

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

Killer, like a thriller,when i drill her,

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

I'm a sociopath who love to drill,

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

New york runs the rap game, can't tell the best?

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

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