This is a song about "Hit em with a left"

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Ask me how i do it i just hit em with a quick wit

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

But the bad time passes, and your left with a crown

Now that's what you call a game

With my name on em, that’s a shame

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand

But the plan is to show you that i understand

Left a 12 year old me with his whole world shaken/

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)