This is a song about "Leaving friends behind"

That isn't without a story behind,

For that paper, i'mma grind

About the way i'm feeling

So yall people best be leaving

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Leaving a pollution of cannabis behind me,

You can search but you'll never find

Better leave it all behind

So we just kept leaving

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Pay my haters not too much mind

Ill never ever leave behind

Selling weed by the trees if your friends with the enemy than ya best be leaving

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

Cant you see what we are all leaving behind