This is a song about "Gaping holes"

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

Some afghan leaders were slated evil as they slayed their people in gaping pits

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Fully chrome alone prone to put holes in you unknowingly cold in the solo

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Try test me i'll give you holes, cheerio

Bullet holes and escalades, just tryin to explain,

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane