This is a song about "Maury holes"

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Always thought i had to put bullet holes in chest, just to get respect,

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

It's hot down there, fuck that, bitch i'm hot as coals

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

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 skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Bullet holes and escalades, just tryin to explain,

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah