This is a song about "Left"

Friend after friend left me

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

I left for one summer,

And while i’m in your mother

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And i'm left for the corrections,

That was good shit, is there any left

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Left her outta the limelight

Walk blind into a line or fight

His ego left bloated

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

My balance be so tight rope

That left ya without hope

Look, just remember how that winning taste

My insurrection: left rejected or disgraced