This is a song about "Bullet holes"

Flow stop like a bullet hole clot

I gotta know if it's real or not

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

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

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

Bullet holes and escalades, just tryin to explain,

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

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

Pushing in my mama van

Do you hear the bullet clang man?

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

Everything i wanted never seem so close

He got hit up that same night

Place a bullet right up in his side

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club