This is a song about "Crusty left ballsack"

Got nothing left to say

I can't keep running away

Shut yo big fat crusty ignorant lips up and listen

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

Left her outta the limelight

My uncle pulled me to the side

Bout time i got my respect

With the rest who are left

With only two songs, look at what i did

She knows you masturbate left handed

Snoopin for sach, in his tiny little ballsack your lucky, im mellow

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

From hollywood to the hood

Promises that had us left assured