This is a song about "Black hole"

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

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

Or your closest friend gets put in a hole

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

It's apart of her goal

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.

So ya better get lower than flo-rida inside of a lowrider with no tires in the hole

I started rap when i was like 12 years old,picked up a paper, pen and started to roll,

I'm so tired of this i could blow, fire in the hole

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Some so evil try and watch us, use a peep hole

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Then putting it in space to be enveloped by a black hole

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

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