This is a song about "Leaving a girl"

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

Leaving you with problems like sewage, could be a blessing and a damn curse/

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Upon listening to a verse your leaving in a hearse

And he, what's his name, earl

And once i met a good girl

And what i done just ain't enough

I want a girl to love

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Little girl for a big boy,

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

A few tokes n you'll choke leaving you mentally impaired.

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Leaving a pollution of cannabis behind me,