This is a song about "Wrong hole"

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.

De la soul is from the soul

Like a flood of unwilling feelings boring into this hole

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

In the wrong line with the wrong man

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

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Even tougher when puffing is wrong

Preserver and prove me wrong.

We buy out stores till its all too gone

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

I'm so tired of this i could blow, fire in the hole