This is a song about "Bong holes"

Pull out the bong, that i own,

We just want you back at home

And all women who had light features, see

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Look, by the end of this song

Smack a bong, rip the gong

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

Try test me i'll give you holes, cheerio

Bong smoke got me blazed as hell

Dmv they know me well

And i walk in to hear the smell of a fresh bong,

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit