This is a song about "Hole"

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

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

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

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

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

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

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

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

Flow stop like a bullet hole clot

Fuck that job been around that block

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

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul