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

Neither a faze nor a trance, left with 1 last chance

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

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

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

Left the cuts asshole torn with the tusk of a boar

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

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

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

I'll "hit 'em up" and "ether" niggas, feel the wrath of a menace,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

And if someone sayin that to my homies we hit em with right hooks

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

When rappers try and burn me i hit 'em with the coldest shots,