This is a song about "Fill the hole"

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

But that doesn't stop the nasty chicks from saying "fill me"

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul

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

So fill up the spaces with the message that is given,

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

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

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

I fill the stands, ladies think im grand