This is a song about "Digging holes"

Each bomb digging in straight into the surface

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Profile, damn i'm digging your style, we can start slow now

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Ox up in my pocket, i'll lock shit, from the peep holes,

Instead of the hoes i was digging out, the one girl i always had a fit about

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Cant be assed making it better, im lazy that way lol i just put it out anyway for you guys

But u got only two holes son..well.. ur a true whore cuz every multi i spit ur holes multiply twice/

Filling holes with the metaphors and similes i scribble

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes