This is a song about "Leaving me out"

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Bitches lining up lines snortin like its a banquet, so high bitches leaving me babies in baskets,

Now this is what i call an evening

It's the reality of leaving,

Your far from figuring me out

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

So yall people best be leaving

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Never lookin for a handout

Pull me in, throw me out

And tell me why would we just think about

So baby let me get my dick out

Just leaving my family out in the long haul

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Me in all ive grown out

Baby heading down a cloud