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

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Put a fuckin’ hole in the flo’

Hawk,two fingers each hole in the spot i giver the spock,

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

You cant run you cant hide , they find you and detach you

Open up your contacts then scroll

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.