This is a song about "Holes"

Holes in the walls like i'm on an escape mission

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Bullet holes and escalades, just tryin to explain,

Ox up in my pocket, i'll lock shit, from the peep holes,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era