This is a song about "Black holes in space"

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

Cork in a bottle ima send you out in a space shuttle

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Never be found. stuff you in a black

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Flowing in space saying goodbye

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Flow studded rainbows in dental holes

Fully chrome alone prone to put holes in you unknowingly cold in the solo

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow