This is a song about "Left"

And i'm left for the corrections,

So i guess that's where i hide my things

That was good shit, is there any left

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Now walk to it with your land mind

All the people you left behind.

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

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

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

So with your mind left exploded

Got nothing left to say

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

Take away what ever's left

Hold my tears i tried my best

Your family is left wondering why

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly