This is a song about "Bre is left"

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Then exhale because shit is fine, even though you're left today,

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

All i have left is hope i suppose,

Give up ya wrist cut ya left brain is mixed up

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

The hard part is over, nothing left to see

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I never smiled as a juvenile

Until all that's left is scraps, all bloody and dire

Carol city or was it the west

The manic is back with brainiac by his left

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

Then exhale because shit is fine, even though you're left today,