This is a song about "Visit"

Thats just like mine to visit beside and hope that i

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

I'ma send him on a fully paid visit to the lord

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

I can you straighten you out when we twisted

Love don't live here and it don't even visit

And you don't have the clearance to visit where spitters spit vicious

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Dad said you never come home and visit him

Now they fallin off like nutso on above the rim

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

So one day i will come back to visit that grave