This is a song about "War drill"

Now im constantly in this bomb drill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Not one j got a pair or more

Always felt like a six day war

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Into linen cloth don't forget about the drill

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

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

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

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I'm a sociopath who love to drill,

Yeah, right, get over here faster

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,