This is a song about "Hitlist"

So vivid i gotta hitlist i never miss fists bashing faces making a misfit

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Nobody is safe when my hitlist is this long

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Don't get it twisted, your being listed, on my hitlist, by me.