This is a song about "Leaving him behind"

It'll blow ya mind

She clutched me from behind

Leaving a pollution of cannabis behind me,

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

And this will be the song that we sing

It's the reality of leaving,

Fathers who have left leaving mothers or behind bars,

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

With reality defeating n leaving scars i feel trapped like im behind bars

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

To my unborn child

And the hugs from behind

You can search but you'll never find

Better leave it all behind

Leaving all this behind

By god, slow grind