This is a song about "Black holes"

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

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

Bullet holes and escalades, just tryin to explain,

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

For instance my bro's body was pierced with about seven pistol holes

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

While i freakin' spit black

Wonder if they take it all back

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes