This is a song about "Hole"

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Fire in the hole. shame her vag is flammable.

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.

Let's put it on cruise control

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

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

Hawk,two fingers each hole in the spot i giver the spock,

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

They burn on every block

Flow stop like a bullet hole clot

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

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

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

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

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

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul