This is a song about "Bun holes"

I also have a cutie to call

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

And those that oppose go out with holes in the head

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

Bullet holes and escalades, just tryin to explain,

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

I'm back up in this bitch with a bitch i call her cinna bun

Filling holes with the metaphors and similes i scribble

To make karma come faster than she normally will