This is a song about "Scary sights"

I got a cold heart and you're in my sights so here comes the polar front

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Scary like the grim reaper,

They pull a heater

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Foul breeze night,he posses clear sights

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

You know that the fiction's scary

Sights set on the world and my finger on the trigger

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Where scary props and freaky sounds surround

Scary like the grim reaper,

Just to let you know, you are

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Get in bitch, dont worry, it aint scary