This is a song about "Left"

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Left you bitches there standing idle

Right now using my left brain

Im courtside, wizard game

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

Your father left you for another

A cocaine measurer, part time lover

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

With the rest who are left

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Take the exit, the nearest left

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Promises that had us left assured