This is a song about "I leave at igbira camp"

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

I leave my enemies in envy

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

I don't wanna leave the house i got

I ask would/wood you please leave,

If you believe then you can achieve

By spittin these bars, leave retrieved cars at the dump

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

But i leave at that on paper, don't go to people and talk smack

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Your girl sent me a message it's important i gotta leave,

I made a song at camp

Miami nights, made a couple grand