This is a song about "Fill the hole"

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

That happen to act like a black president

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

De la soul is from the soul

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Higher than the electricity bill when i get my fill

Here i go again, searching for love

Nothing to fill the void of emptiness

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

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