This is a song about "Bre is left"

That was good shit, is there any left

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

This is for those who are left broken hearted

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

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

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

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

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

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

I started a fire now all thats left is the garden

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Our relationship is worse than we left it

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

No one left alive is sure where to point the blame,

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name