This is a song about "Leaving me out"

Leaving a pollution of cannabis behind me,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

You bout to be leaving without me before the day is through

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Just leaving my family out in the long haul

Wide eyed when im leaving

Why not me the same thing

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Me in all ive grown out

A break from what you hearing

So we just kept leaving

And this will be the song that we sing

It's the reality of leaving,

So yall people best be leaving

Get off a key like i can’t sing