This is a song about "Pits"

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 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

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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