This is a song about "Ill caveman hole"

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

With gun blazzing, i leave your home filled with bullet hole

I remorse, i let through the hole, my emotions/

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

First shot missed then he hit, that's how i got this hole.

Put a fuckin’ hole in the flo’

I'm rolling down the window

Timmy got his bike stole

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.

So ya better get lower than flo-rida inside of a lowrider with no tires in the hole

And i was set loose amidst a swirling tornado of emotions inside my own soul,

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul