This is a song about "Leaving germany"

Leaving them feeling weakless and chilled

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

So yall people best be leaving

But he don't rule a thing

Slight work, slight work

Leaving deaths unanswered.

Gotta make that cash

On this path im leaving ash

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Leaving me with no choice but to agree,

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Leaving embers of relief and remembrance

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits