This is a song about "Blast holes"

And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Hit the dash blast the overpass

Just put your hand on the glass

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

To blast out that pipebomb rhyme

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Filling holes with the metaphors and similes i scribble

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Delivering raps with large blast causing internal brain blast,i'm always leaving

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Holes in the walls like i'm on an escape mission