This is a song about "Leave nothing for you"

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Ima leave them praying for jesus

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I wasn't ready for you to leave me hanging

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

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Leave you stiff by the fourth round,high as fuck asking for more loud,

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

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

Until you decide to leave