This is a song about "Hole"

First shot missed then he hit, that's how i got this hole.

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

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

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Dig down a hole throw the rest of your body in it

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Suicide attempts in the hole

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

Hole in the hull, busted ship

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.

Open up your contacts then scroll

With gun blazzing, i leave your home filled with bullet hole

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul