This is a song about "Leaving a cult"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

So, i'm leaving you with a brand like your name was russell.

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Charging in i'm a tsunami leaving i'm like a tornado,

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Staring from the mirror leaving my head in a spin

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Leaving you with a breathing device, screaming "just let go!"

Leaving a pollution of cannabis behind me,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Bitches lining up lines snortin like its a banquet, so high bitches leaving me babies in baskets,

They fuckin' up my positivity, are they cult members?

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Leaving a jaw in awe unable to f-f-f-fucking comment.

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend