This is a song about "Left"

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Promises that had us left assured

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

Left you bitches there standing idle

Ice melts into rain

Right now using my left brain

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

My insurrection: left rejected or disgraced

Pose, click, pose, click

His ego left bloated

So with your mind left exploded

Now you got me hopped up on that

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt