This is a song about "Dipsy buts hole"

Buts its funny how all my niggas always give me feedback

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

They was on that mase shit

Theres a hole in my pocket

Then putting it in space to be enveloped by a black hole

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

As she goes through the levels

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I remorse, i let through the hole, my emotions/

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

First shot missed whole then he hit, that's how i got this hole.

No ifs, ands or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Like a flood of unwilling feelings boring into this hole