This is a song about "Bum holes"

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

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

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Holes in the walls like i'm on an escape mission

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Zombie ill fucking bite tuechie,bum rush his ass like a groupie,

Try test me i'll give you holes, cheerio

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Bullet holes and escalades, just tryin to explain,

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Good luck with that mug of a mutt ya bum, you're dumb

So i gotta pitch them this, for a better outcome