This is a song about "You were my hole world"

If you were to record my reverberating recurring

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Theres a hole in my pocket

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

At this point there's a hole in my heart like a bagel

Off of your melody

You were my best buddy

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

You were my fucking sunshine when my skies were not the bluest

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Next thing i know is, theres a gaping hole in my butt,

That you were in my arms

Tire marks, tire marks