This is a song about "Holes"

Fully chrome alone prone to put holes in you unknowingly cold in the solo

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Filling holes with the metaphors and similes i scribble

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

Try test me i'll give you holes, cheerio