This is a song about "Fill the hole"

Fill the library of a college , flying my vision like a cockpit,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

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

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

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

Get ready to fill up the db, deploy to s3

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

This is something different