This is a song about "Digging holes"

I just finished digging your tomb in the motherfucken sand

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Each bomb digging in straight into the surface

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

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

Flow studded rainbows in dental holes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free