This is a song about "Holes in my socks"

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

On they twitter writing novels, see

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Boss is my position, i got the ammunition

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

Don’t pay as much for socks

And i'm still hurtin over pops

And those that oppose go out with holes in the head

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

For instance my bro's body was pierced with about seven pistol holes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes