This is a song about "Sink holes"

I spit like an old sink

I promise to keep it honest

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

For instance my bro's body was pierced with about seven pistol holes

Kicking flows, pockets about as thick as strippers on poles

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

Find the light before you sink and drowned

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Ox up in my pocket, i'll lock shit, from the peep holes,