This is a song about "Clear the spot"

I fucking hate this job

Since i put you on the spot

I guess it seems i see the world so crystal clear

She seem a little brave, but i sense the fear

So don't be surprised when i eat your liver, on the spot

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Make her scream my name, thats the g spot

Kill streak one hundred and eighty three in the caption spot

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

A lot of people called it last year

So sincere, dirty hands looking in the sky, so clear

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

So please don't take it personal, the ending is clear