This is a song about "Ass holes"

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

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

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

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

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

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still