This is a song about "Hole"

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

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

Hole in the hull, busted ship

You, you, you have to pay for that

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

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

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

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Dig down a hole throw the rest of your body in it

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

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