This is a song about "Hole"

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

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

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

So the devil that drove in her got in control

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

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

First shot missed then he hit, that's how i got this hole.

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Ever since then i had no job

Flow stop like a bullet hole clot

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.

De la soul is from the soul

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

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

I'mma treat you like my whip

Hole in the hull, busted ship