This is a song about "Crusty left ballsack"

Shut yo big fat crusty ignorant lips up and listen

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

Your family is left wondering why

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Uh, this what's been on my mind

All the people you left behind.

He was being a bully so i left

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

Never to the left i go

One time for the 305, though

'till there's nothin' left.

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest