This is a song about "Sight of people"

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

A warrior, a soldier, or a sniper eyeing down line of sight

Cause this album pack enough evil

Inhabit the minds of people

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

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

Stay up at night catch a sight of the bright light

Killa never let the drama slide

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

Restricting them of there sight/

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Till christ occurs right in front of you, his sight gives up to eyes of satan

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one