This is a song about "Bum holes"

She just let me beat and you an acapella kind fella

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

My shit could make a bum strip.

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

Anytime you wanna cry, just pull a kleenex out yah front, bum

"see i won't be a bum"

Atl was tipping them

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony