This is a song about "Bullet holes"

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Bullet holes in brains goodbye time to die, no hearts just pain inside blood

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Black holes are a mid something about meta physics and science----

Do you hear the bullet clang man?

Can you picture my specific plan

A shooting range with bullet limits

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Filling holes with the metaphors and similes i scribble

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And those that oppose go out with holes in the head

Your heart was false just like the words you said