This is a song about "Leave nothing for you"

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

Is like nothing else i could recreate for you or ever say.

I got nothing to live for

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

I wasn't ready for you to leave me hanging

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Ill leave you with a guillotine plunged trough your skull and leave

To pack a punch and leave you left for dead in the scene

Just before they seen my money in the green

As soon as i leave this building, i'm falling, not stoppin' for nothin'. nothing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

You got nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to.