This is a song about "Hole"

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

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

I punch a hole in the wall

Bitch, i was born to ball

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

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

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

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

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

Like a flood of unwilling feelings boring into this hole

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

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll