This is a song about "Sink holes"

You was bigger than an artist

I spit like an old sink

Im on the brink of drowning in the sink

You're talking to one of the greatest

I am going to sink in mortality

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

We pray while we prey on competition

Holes in the walls like i'm on an escape mission

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Bullet holes and escalades, just tryin to explain,

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

She stands strong can't sink her

How simple they are