This is a song about "Leave it to me"

You ain't shit to me but a victory, so you'd better leave

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Try to stop me imma leave you with stitches

But ill have you prayin to leave me alone

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

It ain't hard to learn, i'll leave your heart to burn,

Post it to they head, leave em a mental note

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

I wasn't ready for you to leave me hanging

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

The best thing would be for me to leave taco bell

Leave these thoughts to me, myself and i

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die