This is a song about "A left shoe"

And word i blew off herb i grew

You're left without a clue

Dick left her dead like a zombie

Smoking on a marley

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

Left hopeless in a car about to stall

Akin to the affection of a shoe-store employee/

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

I take a deep breath , if i have any left.

Winding up left next to the back door after a fight that left your muscles tore

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Kill them all, left without a trace,

See money talk and these days

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

Only got your pictures left in a frame,