This is a song about "Leave that"

You leave filth in the mind of everyone that attends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

My talent should take me places i've never been

Cause mr.clean'll bust that ass and leave that juicy open.

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Whatever half-assed ballad that you'll leave here to rot,

In an ashtray, you mean the ones that you shag and thats gay so i'll leave

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

Babies born to mothers that will slowly leave em

But i'm afraid that your death will leave me alone and spiteful.

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Out off gucci seats with heat that a make ya luie leave.

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese