This is a song about "Mosh pits"

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

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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

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

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

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