This is a song about "Pigeon holes"

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

Try test me i'll give you holes, cheerio

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

I'm a fuckin hawk you're a pigeon with bird flu

You're my reflection and all i see is you

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

Flow studded rainbows in dental holes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Fully chrome alone prone to put holes in you unknowingly cold in the solo

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

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

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent