This is a song about "Big hole"

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

I remorse, i let through the hole, my emotions/

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Theres a hole in my pocket

First shot missed then he hit, that's how i got this hole.

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

Didn't do a thing at all

I punch a hole in the wall

I had to find my own way out this fucking hole/

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,