This is a song about "Cole cant find the hole"

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

I had to find my own way out this fucking hole/

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.

Timmy got his bike stole

So ya better get lower than flo-rida inside of a lowrider with no tires in the hole

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Put a fuckin’ hole in the flo’

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

I'm so tired of this i could blow, fire in the hole

At her funeral, yet few will know what really showed her to the putrid hole

Im kind hearted,no matter how much i come off as an asshole

Hands in the hole catch me biting like im rabbit,

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

Then j cole with the return of some underdog churn

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn