This is a song about "Hole"

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

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

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

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

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

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

Fire in the hole. shame her vag is flammable.

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

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

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

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

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips