This is a song about "Escape the hole"

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

In i go, aiming for the only hole... the only goal,

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.

18 year sentence with no parole

The thunder pounds, the stomach growls escape crack dealers,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Or let the mob handle that

Hole in the hull, busted ship

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

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

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

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Holes in the walls like i'm on an escape mission

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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