This is a song about "Holly grove"

Take a buddy holly holiday

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

This one, not so smooth he will not approve, in a messy grove

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Chasing myself, im in the grove its how i let loose, now i fit the shoes

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Smokin on that holly jolly