This is a song about "Crusty left ballsack"

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

People are starving, you talking bout balling

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

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Take the exit, the nearest left

Shotgun in the drop made a right

Left her outta the limelight

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

Got nothing left to say

These haters hope i hurry up and die

Your family is left wondering why

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Shut yo big fat crusty ignorant lips up and listen

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million