This is a song about "Fill the hole"

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

Suicide attempts in the hole

18 year sentence with no parole

At the end you cant find the shoes that i fill

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

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

Fire in the hole. shame her vag is flammable.

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Higher than the electricity bill when i get my fill

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Get ready to fill up the db, deploy to s3

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

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