This is a song about "Bre is left"

Broken in pieces nothin left intact, is what i say fake fiction fact or crap

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

And the only question i'm left here asking is why.

Give up ya wrist cut ya left brain is mixed up

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

I'm the only one left standing when the track is demolished

But i never break a sweat, it takes effort to conflict

If you look to your left there is violence

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

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

And he who satisfy, might as well as retire

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

I'm left fevered and ill the end is here

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

I started a fire now all thats left is the garden