This is a song about "Smoking pit"

Trip 'n' slip over the wire-trip you flip into my pit.

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Just thinking about it makes my heart feel like an empty pit.

We just trynna be winners

Smoking sticky fixtures

You, you, you have to pay for that

When rob and dez was in the ball pit

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

In the midst of a hell pit

Endowin a sense of a trip no deceased pit/

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

The defensive strategy that i pit against you,

Kept drinking, regret kept smoking.

They say i need growing