This is a song about "Leave it to beaver"

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Better leave it all behind

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

I prevent the leave of fear it has surrendered me to merit,

But for me it just seems like it will never leave!

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

But it doesn't really matter, he grew tired and wanted it to leave his chest

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Come on this journey

To leave this debauchery,

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Slit arms from the pits, leave a bit attached so i can tear to hear it rip

I'm sayin you're pussy, cos you're the one with a beaver

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

You leave it or you take it

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit