This is a song about "Whole thang"

I'd devour your raps whole,

This shit has got my soul

Game over, this rap thang i learnt it

You, you, you have to pay for that

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Im just tryna do my thang, got quick wits

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Whole cemeteries named after me

On a whole different class

So chase the air hide your stash

And youre no longer whole.

It's apart of her goal

Let's put it on cruise control

Being swallowed in a vac whole