This is a song about "Leave her"

I'm a eat, burp, and leave.

I'm sharper than shark teeth

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Then leave her dead body in the woods

So that you will never argue, screech, till you brawl and leave, her to crawl on knees

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

And i leave keeping her within my rear view sight,

Fight the master and leave,

But in the meantime it's lights please

Ay yo you wonder who i are

So instead i leave her

To me cause when i leave

4-3... yea, remember that please

Don't leave us mandela ... don't leave us

Cause this nigga done got jealous