This is a song about "Leave that"

I'd leave your ass like mary right after joseph hit that shit,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

I won't say i won yet, leave that to the critics,

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

With wonder rhymes that leave their minds served like

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

Rapping bout things that leave mark

You shook my world and it felt apart

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop