This is a song about "All the holes"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,

And imma kill the all

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Flow studded rainbows in dental holes

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

For instance my bro's body was pierced with about seven pistol holes