This is a song about "New york drill"

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Puttin all those cali and new york jobs on my wishlist,

I travel in a new york minute and keep it movin like pigeons

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

That's why they kick with homies, what? back in new york,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Killin' all the way from new york and east detroit,

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

We do our hardest cuz we're artists, it's an every day drill

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

Optimism - wishin' make you too content