This is a song about "Corn hole"

Theres a hole in my pocket

Keeping them on the hip

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

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

Tick tick boom and you got a hole in your ears

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

Fabricated cause i waited in a dark hole hopping/

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

While he lobs corn on the cob up into his fat fuckin' gob

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

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

I started rap when i was like 12 years old,picked up a paper, pen and started to roll,