This is a song about "Leaving"

Ain't leaving till you retreat

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Leaving you the same ol’ digit.

Leaving embers of relief and remembrance

Over, sloppy seconds is my preference

Leaving them to die in spite

Must be a lady in tha light

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

It's the reality of leaving,

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

Wrecking and leaving em, it's unbelievable/

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

So yall people best be leaving