This is a song about "Holes in my shoes"

When they would be the same with a day in my shoes,

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

Walk into my great place, cozy

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Wonder about my life, got my head in my shoes

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

When i’m trying my best, you walk around a day in my shoes,

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes