This is a song about "Left"

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

So here i am at the store for some chips

With the rest who are left

Life has put her to the test

Hold up yea we the best

Take the exit, the nearest left

I left for one summer,

We're made for each other

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

And i'm left for the corrections,

That was good shit, is there any left

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

Promises that had us left assured

We never tattle, let god handle that

So with your mind left exploded