This is a song about "Hole"

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Didn't do a thing at all

I punch a hole in the wall

Hole in the hull, busted ship

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

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

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

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

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul

So ya better get lower than flo-rida inside of a lowrider with no tires in the hole