This is a song about "Hole"

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

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Preparation is required for this ear hole penetration

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

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

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

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

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

And i was set loose amidst a swirling tornado of emotions inside my own soul,