This is a song about "Ass holes"

Ox up in my pocket, i'll lock shit, from the peep holes,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Try test me i'll give you holes, cheerio

Filling holes with the metaphors and similes i scribble

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

No one-half and i hate math

I splash your dirty ass,

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Completely your fault dumb ass

So chase the air hide your stash