This is a song about "Leaving without a warning"

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

When i'm gone i'll leave without a trace, without a sound

That’s only if they handle

Your a horse without a saddle

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

Then i bust a mean ass verse without a warning

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

My mixtape needs a warning sign attached so you know i'm dangerous,

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Lamma and we beat them without fight , am warning u its

My ear's rang, a warning shot came, no time for another prayer.

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

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

I hope you see that i'm sincere, and even if you

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

As an arsonist i freeze originals leaving them breathless without a copy,