This is a song about "Hole"

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

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

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

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

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

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

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

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

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

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Purify that woman soul

Suicide attempts in the hole

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Theres a hole in my pocket