This is a song about "Leaving the game"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

We are leaving behind the presence of mind

Discarding the past year leaving the scars behind

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

Catchin up, in the game,

So we can live again

I regret some shit i did

Leaving you the same ol’ digit.

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

All over the world leaving the balance irrelevant,

Between the battle starting, and me leaving the whole place

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face