This is a song about "Fill the hole"

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

By the phone, no call

I punch a hole in the wall

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Higher than the electricity bill when i get my fill

Fire in the hole. shame her vag is flammable.

To make karma come faster than she normally will

De la soul is from the soul

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.

And i was set loose amidst a swirling tornado of emotions inside my own soul,

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

In i go, aiming for the only hole... the only goal,

So the devil that drove in her got in control

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

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll