This is a song about "In the hole"

I'm so tired of this i could blow, fire in the hole

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

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

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

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

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Hole in the hull, busted ship

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Slit throat put a wide hole in ya skull bigger then the size of ring rolls.

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Hands in the hole catch me biting like im rabbit,

It's apart of her goal

Suicide attempts in the hole

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Invited myself in the gates secretly almost sank in a sink hole, reached in my socks