This is a song about "Hole"

This shit has got my soul

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.

Suicide attempts in the hole

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Pawning my chain in the shop

Flow stop like a bullet hole clot

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

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

Then putting it in space to be enveloped by a black hole

If you want to criticize me,talk to your ass hole,

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

I remorse, i let through the hole, my emotions/

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

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Or your closest friend gets put in a hole