This is a song about "Hole"

So ya better get lower than flo-rida inside of a lowrider with no tires in the hole

I started rap when i was like 12 years old,picked up a paper, pen and started to roll,

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

I punch a hole in the wall

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Some so evil try and watch us, use a peep hole

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

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

De la soul is from the soul

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.

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

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

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

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

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

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