This is a song about "Drill music"

Im on my drooly gooly shit,call me rl stine, pull out the power drill take ur spine,

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

You make elevator music

...i make beautiful music,

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Into linen cloth don't forget about the drill

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

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

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Knowing when its over blastin music

Killer, like a thriller,when i drill her,

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror