This is a song about "Glory holes"

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty

I'm lucifer, fuck this shit bitch!, i fell from glory!

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I want all the glory

Try test me i'll give you holes, cheerio

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Black holes are a mid something about meta physics and science----

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

For instance my bro's body was pierced with about seven pistol holes

Glory to god he is the key

Took my heart away from money

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those