This is a song about "Fill the hole"

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.

Women at my pole

Here i go again, falling in love

Nothing to fill the void of emptiness

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Fire in the hole. shame her vag is flammable.

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

At the end you cant find the shoes that i fill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

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

Razor grips, laser spit

Hole in the hull, busted ship