This is a song about "Hole"

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

I had to find my own way out this fucking hole/

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

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

I'm so tired of this i could blow, fire in the hole

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

At this point there's a hole in my heart like a bagel

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

My nigga for life though

Put a fuckin’ hole in the flo’

Fire in the hole. shame her vag is flammable.

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble