This is a song about "Bun holes"

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

Cause i'mma put a bun in the oven if i don't put my dick in a coma

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the

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

And those that oppose go out with holes in the head

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Ox up in my pocket, i'll lock shit, from the peep holes,

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

God mc oh my god you gotta see