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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Hit you with the left and best, nigga you snoring

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Left the cuts asshole torn with the tusk of a boar

Test me hit you with a deadly crime

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

I chew rhyme's, eat em, i'm leavin em with a brusied eye

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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