This is a song about "Butt holes"

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

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

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Swearin', he can save memy stratagies official

Filling holes with the metaphors and similes i scribble

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Houdini niggas, linguine ass butt munch

Bullet holes and escalades, just tryin to explain,

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

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