This is a song about "Keep scrolling to the left"

Or left with her mother, to beat him before the strangle him,

Everybody finger point in your direction

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

With the rest who are left

So pass that ass to me let me squish the left cheek

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Left to chokers and skunk smoke was coming through the speakers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

The best days'll be when i got nothing left to rhyme about/

You took the hatred of yourself and just project it out