This is a song about "Hole"

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

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

Fire in the hole. shame her vag is flammable.

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

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

Like a flood of unwilling feelings boring into this 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

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

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Flow stop like a bullet hole clot

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

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

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