This is a song about "Left"

I fucking hate this job

That left ya without hope

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

And i'm left for the corrections,

I left for one summer,

That's what rains for

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

He was being a bully so i left

Rack, rack city shit

His ego left bloated

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

She knows you masturbate left handed

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

My insurrection: left rejected or disgraced

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste