This is a song about "Up your hole"

Come up to your peep hole, leave you fuckin' smelly nigga,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

If you want to criticize me,talk to your ass hole,

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Turn it up in the key hole, grab the mac, defeat foes,

From your penis hole. make it straight...i am the boss, take it in.

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Go go go go fuck your assy hole eya-eya o

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Suicide attempts in the hole

Let's put it on cruise control

With gun blazzing, i leave your home filled with bullet hole

So the devil that drove in her got in control