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

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

In i go, aiming for the only hole... the only goal,

Life live, might as well, only way to learn

Then j cole with the return of some underdog churn

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Fire in the hole. shame her vag is flammable.

Cant find that motivation to write or spit

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Get grounded, find a nice hole to sink in

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!

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

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

At the end you cant find the shoes that i fill

I cant find a place or help myself to digest

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast