This is a song about "He left me"

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

Before he went to war that day he left a note

Dre say how he feel, but left the feeling at home.

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Left me twice then boom came this kid

After every show, a dream she hold

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

Friend after friend left me

Lets come up to my city

And i just want to hold her

Left me like a blank white paper

Nothing left of me to be distinguished

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Let's pretend he never picked up, left the pages blank,