This is a song about "Butt holes"

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

And all women who had light features, see

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

I like to poop out of my butt,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta