This is a song about "Bullet holes"

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

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

A shooting range with bullet limits

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Filling holes with the metaphors and similes i scribble

Never ever pay rent

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Flow stop like a bullet hole clot

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Always thought i had to put bullet holes in chest, just to get respect,

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

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

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

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit