This is a song about "Pits"

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

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

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