This is a song about "Sight of people"

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

The sight of great makes you cower in shame and get on a wagon

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

Africana, black as ghana, be my attire

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Out of sight, out of mind, but who in their right mind

Quietly killing people in the night a secret in plain sight

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

Restricting them of there sight/

Why we gotta fight

Out of mind out of sight

Look, we gone have some fun tonight

Questions enter the minds of people

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Restricting them of there sight/

I seem to love these whips - a white