This is a song about "Soldiers in fox holes"

Fully chrome alone prone to put holes in you unknowingly cold in the solo

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Including fox hill and 27th street

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Including fox hill and 27th street

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep