This is a song about "My holmes"

These my rhymes and my story

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

My streaks my testament.

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

See my pain through my eyes,

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Grab my knife and my gun

I am not the only one

I never use a fork i always spoon her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Yea and this is something to think about

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout