This is a song about "But holes"

And now the present got you struggling

But who knows what's right, but life's something

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

Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

Everything i wanted never seem so close

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

But i cant help but like...

Always strap so i was alright

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

Took me a while just to write those