This is a song about "Hole"

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

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

Almost cried right on the spot

Flow stop like a bullet hole clot

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

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

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

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

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.

It's apart of her goal

Hole in the hull, busted ship

Saying they this and that

Preparation is required for this ear hole penetration

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win