This is a song about "Blow hole"

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

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

He might have the same whip

Hole in the hull, busted ship

Now them broads gon' follow

You don't sleep, you just blow blow blow

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

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

If you want to criticize me,talk to your ass hole,

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

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

And then they started doing blow