This is a song about "Sniffing ass holes"

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Sniffing cocaine 7 days a week,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Bars doper than sniffing solid methamphetamine

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

On they twitter writing novels, see

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

Heavy depressed and stressed, started sniffing sosa

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things