This is a song about "Black holes"

Ox up in my pocket, i'll lock shit, from the peep holes,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

By any means, if ya like it or not

Black as black like the blacktop/

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Flow studded rainbows in dental holes

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

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Filling holes with the metaphors and similes i scribble

While i freakin' spit black

Where the black girls get their weaves back