This is a song about "Out of my sight"

Sight of her eyeglass brought me to climax

We getting money, you can face the facts

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Can't bear the sight of kings on my chest, it's not too swell

Clear out appearance from this criminal's sight up

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

No sight of nice emcees are near, know my flow's tighter,

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

But everyday, the heights stay out sight,

Cause everythang gonna be alright

Like those lights bowing under my sight

You gotta make sure you aim right

And get out of my light,

Why we gotta fight