This is a song about "Hole"

Well, i can handle that

Hole in the hull, busted ship

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

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

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

Like a flood of unwilling feelings boring into this hole

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

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

Theres a hole in my pocket

Get the zippo and spark the shit

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

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

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

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll