This is a song about "Sight of people"

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

Can't bear the sight of kings on my chest, it's not too swell

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Sight of her eyeglass brought me to climax

The root of all evil

Inhabit the minds of people

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Click right,log out get out of my sight,go quit

Restricting them of there sight/

Shotgun in the drop made a right

Quietly killing people in the night a secret in plain sight

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Stay up at night catch a sight of the bright light

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

No sight of nice emcees are near, know my flow's tighter,