This is a song about "Ass holes"

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Try test me i'll give you holes, cheerio

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

Bullet holes and escalades, just tryin to explain,

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

She just let me beat and you an acapella kind fella

I can get straight to the cash

Completely your fault dumb ass

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Filling holes with the metaphors and similes i scribble

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

Bullet holes in brains goodbye time to die, no hearts just pain inside blood