This is a song about "Sink holes"

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

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

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

I am going to sink in mortality

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

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

Sink this beat pearl harbor

Well, that's what you are

After he just got out, 15 years to count

Find the light before you sink and drowned

Im on the brink of drowning in the sink

Kod a couple fifties like a precinct