This is a song about "Leave her"

Until you decide to leave

I'm everything that they call nice

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Then leave her dead body in the woods

My bars will make your chest inflate and when i see you girl ill leave her in a state

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

She leave her hair in the sink

That means i wanna be the highest

You don’t like my music then leave

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

And ya'll don't know no beef

I'm a eat, burp, and leave.

Couldn't buy her louboutin, the boots leave bruises on her calf

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/