This is a song about "Sarah and her remote control up your bungle hole"

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Or your closest friend gets put in a hole

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

If you want to criticize me,talk to your ass hole,

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

I’m waking up the whole game, maintaining control,

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

I’m waking up the whole game, maintaining control,

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Patching the hole you tore in rap with your whack beats and swagger

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

Although you will still end up with a spare hole on your neck.

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Call your girl up and meet her/

Catchdubs you a motherfucker