This is a song about "Shit his ass on sight"

'cause it's like you took a shit on his chest

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I'm just telling you on sight what it seems to me

As death was holding' onto his soul the ''light'' came to sight

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

Hes got the prison guards recording him as he grinds his dirty ass on the cell bars,

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Slap the shit out of the abuser and let him know his a punk ass looser

Dreams riding him on rockets shit in his locket of rhymes from his pocket

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Wanna "freak like me," fuck adinaup and down is the object, side to side

I shoot to kill, will i miss? no dice, you got no chance, you're dead on sight. on sight.