This is a song about "Mosh pit"

Open myself, yeah i wanted to quit, jump in the pit

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Im there right behind ya, with a knife in a mosh pit

Pushin compition down, livin my life like im inna mosh pit,

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Endowin a sense of a trip no deceased pit/

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Just thinking about it makes my heart feel like an empty pit.

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Trip 'n' slip over the wire-trip you flip into my pit.

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

My lyrics will bury you in the pit

Enter to winner pit

I know what you do with that