This is a song about "Leave on monday"

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Take my girls out the house. leave em on the corner.

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Niggas shoot over bitches

On one man, leave you in stitches,

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Leave you foaming from the mouth on the sidewalk

Monday in my room again

Hoes row got beans in them

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Walk out on that note, leave standin frozen like madussa to stone.

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

Be a soldier, march on, leave those fuckers in the dirt,