This is a song about "Hole"

It's apart of her goal

Suicide attempts in the hole

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

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

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

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

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

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

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

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Preparation is required for this ear hole penetration

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.

This shit has got my soul