This is a song about "Loop n holes"

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Searching thru a never ending loop of keys, all for different locks..

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

Bullet holes and escalades, just tryin to explain,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Just stuck in this bullshit loop like i was born an accident

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

What them tippers don't see

I'm splendid and huge so loop thee

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit