This is a song about "Ass holes"

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Fully chrome alone prone to put holes in you unknowingly cold in the solo

Try test me i'll give you holes, cheerio

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

I can get straight to the cash

A couple of hookers, nice ass

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

But u got only two holes son..well.. ur a true whore cuz every multi i spit ur holes multiply twice/

All i really know is that i gotta master flow, police throw me on the ice then i wasnt so nice,

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

So disappointed cause baby that shit was so phony