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

At the end you cant find the shoes that i fill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Hands in the hole catch me biting like im rabbit,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Dig down a hole throw the rest of your body in it

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Purify that woman soul

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Cant find that motivation to write or spit

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

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

Bitch, boy, im the most clairvoyant bitch you cant find in this atmosphere

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill