This is a song about "Leaving your kids"

Leaving you curious about your cheerios

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Severing your main veins opening them up with grenades leaving decay

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

If your kids are misbehaving, then it just might be,

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Leaving your gore to pore, hoe u ain't winning so stop being ambitious

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Head rush, a feel like your leaving your body

I brittle your ribs, you the type of guy that fiddles with kids

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets