This is a song about "Mosh pits"

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Ma nigga be wise, open your eyes, see the unexpected be disguised from the pits of the sky

Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin', fucked up!i had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie

The boy who had tasted the heights of heaven itself fell to the deepest pits of hell

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

I'm sorry to leave you here, in the pits of hell all alone,

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Some afghan leaders were slated evil as they slayed their people in gaping pits

Slit arms from the pits, leave a bit attached so i can tear to hear it rip

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot