This is a song about "Pit"

Ajmo pit po toni

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You stuck in coach while im flying, driving, in the cock pit,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Syringes all spit, shit over things in my pit,

All black everthing on some jigga shit

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Endowin a sense of a trip no deceased pit/

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

It devoured him, drugs allowed him to drown in a boundless pit

Afterwards return him to the dirt with the worms inside the pit

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

In the midst of a hell pit

Free earl, that's the fucking shit